> Shrouded in darkness;

~~Wednesday, September 27, 2006~~

9/27/2006 01:55:00 PM

When Samsoon was asked about the conditions which her future boyfriend must fulfill, she answered:-

“He must be someone who brings income home punctually each month, have excellent kissing skills, and last but not least, he must be someone who I would be proud of to introduce him to my parents and he must also be proud of me that he would introduce me to his parents.”

I thought for some time about what she has said – simple, frank but yet so true.

I concluded that she has so simply summarized the definition of The Perfect Man.

And I think she has found one. Though her prince may at times be arrogant, immature and too self-important for his own good.

... seen through it and moved on.

~~Sunday, September 24, 2006~~

9/24/2006 05:55:00 PM

On 22 September 2006 at 5.59pm, I received an SMS from a person that says:-

“If the definition of fool is stopping at paralegal.. Then im a very big fool :(”

Upon tracing back my memories, the trouble began from my 21 August 2006 entry, in which I declared “… … I DON’T WANT to be a paralegal for the rest of my life. Only fools stop at that.”

Now it seems like we are responsible for all things we write, even in our own blogs. Ironically, this place is somewhere I could vent my exasperations and any thing that has been caging within me, at the expense of nothing. Words can be misleading if you weren’t the writer and just a mere reader. If I have caused anyone misery through the use of my words, there is naught I can do. If someone is insulted by my assumptions, I can only shrug it off.

I know who sent me the SMS. However I cannot tell, and I will not tell.

... seen through it and moved on.

~~Wednesday, September 13, 2006~~

9/13/2006 02:16:00 PM

Rejection.

I fear that and am one moron at using that on other even when I have to. For some people, no matter how likeable or bothersome they are, you are just required to possess the courage to reject them bluntly. An exploitation of my compassion tires no one but only myself. I am so angry with my stupidity now I am trying hard not to scream or throw things. Not in the office at least.

This is the last time I am going to be like that. The last time, to myself, I promise that. With a bit of luck.

30 damning minutes of the 1 hour lunch break have passed and I am still in front of the PC, typing this entry while waiting for that someone to get ready so I can help her.

And damn it, please do not shout my name out loud when you know where I can be found. What are legs for? I hate my name so much whenever someone tries to do that. It irritates me.

... seen through it and moved on.

~~Monday, September 11, 2006~~

9/11/2006 02:26:00 PM

There was a slight traffic jam during the bus ride to work today, especially along the highway near Suntec. And it’s easy to perceive which cars contain those overseas delegates. Ya know, those cabs with little red flags sticking out. Seems a lot to me as though those enthusiastic-looking flags are waving and screeching, “Hurray! Welcome to the lion city!” Amusing scene. Then you would also notice potted plants along the road, the government’s supposedly decorations to welcome the foreigners. I thought those plants belong to my neighbors.

I managed to report to the office on time. Next challenge ahead - thrashing about in the midst of the crowd and showing myself into the train before the doors shut. May I be as slippery as a snake and as fast as a cheetah to do that.

One mean truth I have learnt about the peak hours – When the train or bus comes, everyone around you becomes your enemy.

... seen through it and moved on.