tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58835182011-07-31T14:45:26.315+08:00The various roles of my life.Colenoreply@blogger.comBlogger2131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-16719183880099042762009-06-06T05:42:00.002+08:002009-06-06T05:43:29.886+08:00

Hello.Super power defence mechanism is here to take over my world.

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-62737611910304330022009-05-26T10:14:00.002+08:002009-05-26T10:17:27.768+08:00

I'm hoping god will forgive me for pulling this last minute stunt on him.I'm sure he's pretty much used to this. And I'm definitely not the first one doing this.Please.Let her pull through this.Whoever you are up there,as much as I haven't seen my revelation yet,I am desperate. Very desperate.Hope you understand.Thanks.

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-31640110806311338262009-04-20T04:46:00.004+08:002009-04-20T13:53:34.751+08:00

I got drunk last nightand told somebody at velvet abouthow mating is a very painful process for female cats.I apologise for any emotional trauma I have caused to thosethat could not deal with me having my clothes off(I REALLY HAVE NO IDEA HOW DID THAT HAPPENBAD IDEA TO DRINK WHEN I'M WEARING THOSE SHIRTS).Thanks for the surpriseverniapaurickvakaewballsmunadelinelenny.Despite the pre-birthday

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-39403533224907631652009-04-03T06:38:00.004+08:002009-04-03T15:45:54.426+08:00

From adaptation to alteration.Evolution is no longer about survival of the fittest.It is about killing ourselves for things likecomfort, convenience andthis evil little word call ego.

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-72390159379311861572009-03-30T06:22:00.003+08:002009-04-03T06:51:01.164+08:00

I am afraid of forgetting you.Please be well wherever you are.

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-60911979805680396902009-03-05T05:14:00.002+08:002009-03-05T05:22:34.014+08:00

Slipping off the equilibrium is scaring the shit out of me.

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-37092558316967788152009-02-28T09:41:00.003+08:002009-02-28T09:51:45.270+08:00

"You don't need other people to live your life"You're too expensive a lesson to learn abouthow life is more than frivolous wantsand petty politics.I need to stop making excuses for myself.

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-66083618389647240282009-02-18T03:01:00.012+08:002009-02-18T04:01:34.258+08:00

Let's just say,the comfort zone has ceased its operations,and it is time to begone.Well I rather be in a minefield sometimes,it is actually more honest about its intentionsand has a less complicated outcome.Lately,I've acquired this habit of looking at the stars.I hope you're doing well wherever you are.You've been on our minds.

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-32433132077976128182009-01-19T15:38:00.004+08:002009-01-20T01:24:56.792+08:00

Funny how it feels like it was only yesterday,when I told you I'll wear yellow andbuy you a yellow bear to join the yellow club,when you looked so happy eating that smelly toufu,when I overheard you calling your momto ask about her and thinking how sweet that was,when I received your very long text aboutcelebrating Nick's birthday with Kumar at HRC,when we stood outside your room and wrote you

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-66034128902810790732009-01-12T02:38:00.004+08:002009-01-12T02:57:07.516+08:00

I got bitten by something,and now there is a huge strange looking very painful bumpright smack in the middle of my kinda burnt albow.BBC is talking about manchester unitedand all the football stuff at the moment.Whatever happened to the world newsand the very angsty discussion about politics?Very boring.Sometimes I get these occasional blackouts to remind methat it is not possible to remain up

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-64259227427442548982009-01-03T06:46:00.005+08:002009-01-03T06:59:29.996+08:00

Okay this is a little overdue but the year was started off with:wii party (which almost got me drowned and left me with a bodyache)chopchop poker party with tutorial from weithegamblingmachineNO ALCOHOL (for pau line nah and I)supper party at maxwellfun facts from encartaand bees and cocaine and oldest domains.The two that caught my eye:"TV kills! University of Arizona researchersdetermined that

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-45644312726073153642008-11-26T09:03:00.009+08:002008-11-26T10:47:09.752+08:00

Funny how I actually see so much of myself in you.How I see things with your eyes.How you broke a bone and made me a social handicap.How you infected my blood with that clean disease.How I am guilty of everything I hate about you.How I am afraid of being just like you when I grow old.How we like the same kind of food.How I even look like you.Maybe all these years of her unresponsiveness to me,was

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-56947246767113500292008-11-17T06:56:00.006+08:002008-11-18T00:23:42.020+08:00

You know that book,that fuckass a lot of pieces book.Don't bother reading it, don't even bother trying.Every damn page I turn,I FEEL LIKE DRAGGING THAT SELF-CENTEREDSELF-PITYING SELF-DELUDED SELF-WHATFUCKINGEVERPIECE OF CRAP OUT AND BEAT THEDAYLIGHTS OUT OF HIS EMPTY SKULL.Walau arbo you wake up your idea lo boy.Urgh.Very lousy book.P.S.I think pau line nah possessed me,I have no idea why I'm

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-14680240849584868152008-11-13T06:16:00.010+08:002008-11-13T12:59:40.093+08:00

Who speaks like that you tell me.kim says:I hereby wihs you COCO TANkim says:good luck!kim says:i hope ur dream as sweet as COCO NUT juicekim says:and i will tell the rain dont rain tml . if they wanna rain must tahan until u finish class.Anyway her curse came true today,it rained all the way till I fell asleep when I got home from class.So now she is not Auntie Kim, Auntie Buu.She is Buu,

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-67713705409730148362008-11-12T22:59:00.002+08:002008-11-12T23:03:05.167+08:00

PAU-LINE-NAH I TOLD YOU SO!

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-8491102342353030922008-11-12T09:31:00.006+08:002008-11-12T23:03:50.263+08:00

I was half expecting to see the "I am a little fairy/flower" threatbecause as you know, my friends aren't exactly the kindest peoplein the world when it comes to disturbing me.Yes I am here to reclaim my territory.Pau-line nah I need to remove you from my dashboard.And all you people with fb.I was using Auntie Kim's profile to check on Kaewlulu the other dayand I saw alot of damn sick pictures of

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-65904926945784947952008-10-14T17:18:00.000+08:002008-10-14T17:19:12.132+08:00

i am cole and i dont love pau anymore

paomaomaonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-76588398739204308932008-10-02T04:19:00.004+08:002008-10-02T04:44:11.136+08:00

"The emotions are not skilled workers."The power of hoaxes and the willingness of the faithful to fall for it.Let's talk about ambiguity and the beauty of deconstructionism;

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-71952808179070917212008-09-26T03:31:00.005+08:002008-09-28T23:00:45.970+08:00

I wonder who this show was put up for.They say jealousy is the root of all evil,I'd say, tested proven.And I wonder how many of that good showwill you have to put up before convincing methat green is not your colour.Let's talk about Integrity and its non-existence in post-modernity;

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-64713602835968971182008-06-18T11:26:00.004+08:002008-06-18T12:17:36.956+08:00

Maybe people should pay meeach time I get the conclusions right.The mystery of human instinct.A space-time problem of the incompatibility between the hemispheres.

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-46272492764153052972008-04-25T05:18:00.002+08:002008-04-25T05:22:57.998+08:00

Today,I couldn't find any song to fit the current mood.

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-14054418645827527912008-04-22T04:19:00.009+08:002008-04-22T16:23:19.715+08:00

So this is it.The Big Two One.Well for the first time in years,the day is pretty damn peaceful.(at least I didn't get any refrigeratorcrashing down on me or something)I finally got my revelation of looking past this classic human flaw:Murphy's law of "Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong"which applies to the idea of assurance.As cheesy as it sounds,promises are made to be broken.It's almost an

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-57520036219662192362008-03-29T05:52:00.003+08:002008-03-29T06:13:10.408+08:00

It's funny how exhaustion creeps in at the weirdest timing.This morning I slammed the doorwith the lizard being in between.And the impact kinda caused itto spill its brains out onto the wall.Within seconds that poor thingwas hanging lifeless by the door.Very unfortunate.Well, shit happens.It's like how I got booked fordriving against the traffic to get a parking lot.And how my friends got caught

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-722540755826176052008-02-04T08:45:00.000+08:002008-02-04T09:30:08.573+08:00

This is Teddy.She is very funny.She looks like a piece of rag.Anyway, my cousin brought her over the other daybecause her owner wanted to send her to SPCA(yeah so my house is like an alternative to putting dogs to sleep)Claimed that they don't have time for her all.Well look at her, I doubt she's ever been groomed.They'll keep her locked in that cat box when they're out working.And now my dogs

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-6703320254194905532008-01-28T01:01:00.000+08:002008-01-29T00:49:03.601+08:00

Kim asked if I wanna be a strong rich man.I said I wanna be a strong rich boy instead.She said okay and came up with an identity for me.Rich arabian oil tycoon:And I scolded her for giving me such ugly moustache,because I was worried that I'll be rich with zero girls.Well but then again, she's given me proper eyebrows.And she came up with a sweet little taliban girlwith a taliban father,and

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-28587517775503685702008-01-19T08:55:00.000+08:002008-01-19T09:13:11.735+08:00

Hi my bio-clock is officially fucked.My parents have been playing drinking games,and my dad has a swollen neckwhich looks like it has a second-degree burn.Today we were talking about ridding horses,and Sparkie is obviously a rabbit.Damn.

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-44731231778616729222008-01-17T18:22:00.000+08:002008-01-19T09:28:40.470+08:00

Hi.I just woke up from a two-day sleep.I feel as if my brain is tilted,my eyes have holes like golf balls,and my limbs have harden into one big lump of chewing gum.I had a dream which stretched for a thousand years.Until my parents came knocking thinking that I've died in my sleep.Hur. Funny people.

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-2036870748348552542007-12-11T23:36:00.000+08:002007-12-11T23:45:36.698+08:00

Everyday I'll come home with a set of new thingsthat I am interested to find out or google about.And everytime when I finally get to bein front of my big black box,I cannot find anything anywhere in my head.Yeah memory's failing me.I know that becaause lately,the most commonly usedapplications in my phone arecalender, memo, and tasks.And I cannot stop repeating my questions.Very soon,I'll have to

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-56904738291455032682007-12-02T17:33:00.000+08:002007-12-02T18:02:18.583+08:00

I ran over a dead rat last night.Big Balls left this morning.I found the missing chip two hours ago.And it's all about the right timing.About being in the right place at the right time.You were right. We were all so cute then when we talked about being born to die:

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-14686818468706670782007-11-03T00:38:00.000+08:002007-11-03T00:47:26.552+08:00

The next time anybody is interested inoffering or expressing any concern.Save it.I don't need these words. Or anyone of you.I am very fine being alone.Thankyouverymuch.

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-29130558367936336532007-10-31T01:39:00.000+08:002007-10-31T01:59:34.495+08:00

I am currently off-duty because I ran out of value.

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-6654713581989367312007-09-25T09:04:00.000+08:002007-09-25T09:28:53.355+08:00

oh.and check this out.this is the result of people who have no one else to make fun of.but yeah,it's quite funny la.Such a sweet happy photo don't you think?Then they decided to plan me a funeral afterconcluding that the smile is ideal for a dead person.After which, they buried me in a jungleand gave me a super freaky looking tombstone.Quote unquote from kim:"she died a man, and reincarnated a

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-68701390899684551392007-09-09T03:34:00.000+08:002007-09-09T03:36:30.846+08:00

Let's talk about being out of place.I don't really think anyone gives a flying fuckabout whatever I'm saying right now.I've tried.More than anyone can imagine.

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-76740844202071265832007-07-20T15:17:00.000+08:002007-07-20T15:23:26.102+08:00

Let's talk about being undeserving.For being too boring for my own good.Story of my life.You got that right.

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-39097698382423996822007-07-08T17:33:00.000+08:002007-07-08T18:35:20.464+08:00

Let's take a look at the random photos of last week.The rare happy mornings. hur. The gate that eats my money, and the jam that my anger eats.The omg-when-are-you-gonna-be-done wheel. My occasional tidbit :) Puppy puppy, puppy chulo. Puppy puppy smile for me smile for me?They fell asleep together shortly after. The plus two grouch. The not-so-sexy and the easily-amused. Lastly, the fuckass lousy

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-36910361252271310832007-07-07T15:41:00.000+08:002007-07-07T16:06:45.095+08:00

There is something missing from the dinner plate.A stick of carrot,the head of the lobster,and three slices of cucumber.Someone else's plate I'd say.Let's talk about the game, the player, the prize.And lastly, the stake.

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I have probably lost the ability todisregard the fact that second placeis the highest I will ever be.I probably brought it upon myself.Maybe this is the only wayto make up for my inadequacies.To the you, you and you who once told methat I am worth something,maybe it's time to stop deceiving yourselves.Punishing myself is probably my only way out.This is the time,when there's a need to take a

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-40234614643560268592007-06-05T00:31:00.000+08:002007-06-05T00:32:59.080+08:00

All I am asking for,is a peace of mind.

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-81074563460099418442007-05-20T06:56:00.000+08:002007-05-20T07:15:19.097+08:00

Hello everybody, this is the latest addition to the family.

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-81013684730557550172007-05-05T06:55:00.000+08:002007-05-05T12:53:08.362+08:00

This is probably an error in estimation.Borderline versus Bottom line.Uncertainties.They are waging a war against me.

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-57744116690271864392007-04-27T04:50:00.000+08:002007-04-27T16:42:27.776+08:00

I am utterly disappointed.Let's talk about pain.The irrationality of the loved around me.This is pain.Helplessness is pain.I've tried.But it dosen't seem as ifI've made things any better for anyone.Nobody has any idea,how hard it is for meto keep my head at this point of time.Inadequacy.Maybe that's what it is all about.

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-4417290689470191002007-04-22T04:14:00.000+08:002007-04-22T12:28:42.084+08:00

I hate birthdays.Sometimes,I wish that events of such do not exist.Empty promises made on this day, kills.too much left unsaid.maybe, i'm just not special enough.

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-66209365060627360032007-04-13T04:03:00.000+08:002007-04-13T04:06:23.396+08:00

Too flawed a situation.Men often swallow falsities for truths,dubiosities for certainties,possibilities for feasibilities.--Sir T. Browne.

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-10528825712215865162007-02-28T17:33:00.000+08:002007-02-28T17:56:49.331+08:00

This is the time,when the act of balancing,is the theme of the day.State of equipoise.Insecurities. Vulnerability. Enviornment.Nasty distractions.Familiarity versus RefreshingnessDangerous situation.contradiction. absence of appreciation. excuses. disappointment.

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-86876452109664447922007-02-14T01:19:00.000+08:002007-02-14T01:18:52.843+08:00

Vacuity of emotions.The evenings serve as a reminder of such emptiness.This is too emotional draining.

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-25596066242931591082007-01-29T04:15:00.000+08:002007-01-29T04:32:37.260+08:00

Expectations.This is the cancer to all interpersonal relationships.Adjustments.This takes time.Appreciation.This requires visual skills,as well as some form of understanding.Obstinacy.This is my disease.

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-1166264827974370232006-12-16T18:09:00.000+08:002006-12-16T18:39:12.350+08:00

List ten things you want to say to ten random people, but you know you never will say these things to them. Don't say who the comment is meant for, and use people only once.1. My greatest wish is you being able to accept me for who I am, and be happy with however I choose to live my life.2. I know.3. You made me who I am today.4. You threw all your chances away.5. Please, be proud of me.6. Thanks

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-1165947930199088962006-12-13T01:56:00.000+08:002006-12-13T04:00:29.570+08:00

Expectations.We all have it.Blame versus Responsibility.Falling back.Give and take.Broken beam-balance.Priorities.Platonic love.Questionable justification of existence.Assumption versus Accusation.Effort.Burden.Guess the link.Holding it together,is harder than I thought.Faith.I need a revelation.I thought people should haveknown me better than that.I thought wrong.Circle of

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-1165253426357403562006-12-05T01:29:00.000+08:002006-12-05T02:19:03.540+08:00

To R and P who said that I have hidden sarcasm:You Have Your Sarcastic MomentsWhile you're not sarcastic at all times,you definitely have a cynical edge.In your opinion, not all people are annoying.Some are dead!And although you do have your genuine moments, you can't help getting your zingers in.Some people might be a little hurt by your sarcasm, but it's more likely they think you're

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-1164652055457704742006-11-28T02:17:00.000+08:002006-11-28T03:52:42.920+08:00

Last night,after telling my poor groupmate thatI'm going to take a nap for a few hours.I woke up,stared at my clock (that's about half an hour ahead),and realised that the projectwas due about 2 hours ago.Actually, that wasn't my point.What I want to talk about is,I HAD A NIGHTMARE FOR THAT 9 HOURS,I went back to sleep after calling my groupmate,and the nightmare continued for about another 3

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-1164220574282012172006-11-23T02:32:00.000+08:002006-11-28T03:54:15.410+08:00

Swallowing falsities for truths.Confused by the several realities in the mind.Trapped behind the walls of insecurities.Six feet under the grounds of faith.Room of secrets.Denial versus Pretense.Assumptive beliefs in existence.It is a matter of consequence.

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-1163440425428416732006-11-14T01:33:00.000+08:002006-11-28T03:54:30.810+08:00

Cross the line,tip the equilibrium,it is a matter of representaion in the mind.Maybe love wasn't enough.Prehaps that's why,there's room for such unnecessary dubiosity.It got back to me.The shameless, the obscene, the nauseating.I've heard your version of the story.You should have exaggerated more.You didn't make me sound crazy enough.somewhere, a clock is ticking.

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-1163190019888986582006-11-11T04:12:00.000+08:002006-11-11T04:27:15.980+08:00

Today,I can say goodbye to the disgusting 100 minsof driving lessons.Today,I played a trick on all my friends.(boy they really swore at me, full blast)Today,my mom sounded really happy for me,for the first time in my entire life.Today,I am finally happy.And when you think you've sinnedDo you fall upon your knees?And do you sit within your picture?Do you still forget the breeze?

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-1162867191362517082006-11-07T10:34:00.000+08:002006-11-07T10:41:44.780+08:00

Conversation of the day.P:Cole, you know ah, you're so depressed tillwhen I heard that you were in the hospital,I thought you attempted suicide.And that R ah, so heartless,all she cares about is why didn't you return her call.Me:No la, I was there to look at my cousin's newborn baby!

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-1162744970393092782006-11-06T00:08:00.000+08:002006-11-06T00:43:39.860+08:00

It's understandable,when intentions are not reciprocated.it's okay when intentions are not appreciated,but it hurts when intentions are misunderstood.State of being out of equilibrium.

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-1162217629849333872006-10-30T22:12:00.000+08:002006-10-30T22:16:26.563+08:00

Your Birthdate: April 22You tend to be understated and under appreciated.You have a hidden force to do amazing things,doing them your own way.People may see you as strange and shy,but they know little.Your unconventional ways have more powerthan they (and even you) know.Your strength: Standing up for what you know is trueYour weakness: You tend to be picky and rigidYour power color: SilverYour

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-1161836374827027502006-10-26T12:15:00.000+08:002006-10-26T12:19:34.843+08:00

At this particular time, you are feeling that you are or were unjustly and undeservedly treated and/or betrayed in your hopes and dreams. You feel that everything is against you. But look on the bright side for you are, whether you believe it or not, a survivor.You are trying to improve your position and prestige - be it in your life or in your workplace. Things are, at this time, OK - but they

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-1161311424024837402006-10-20T09:51:00.000+08:002006-10-30T22:18:09.986+08:00

My timetable sucks.I can forget about zouk on wednesdaysand dbl o on thursdays.I will have to worry about the$2 surcharge every thursday morning.I will rot to death during the disgusting 2-hour breakson thursdays and fridays.My fridays are so long that my weekendswill only start on saturday and end on sunday.And please let me make some new friends in school,this is my last semester for god's sake

Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883518.post-1160000425422107862006-10-05T06:07:00.000+08:002006-10-05T15:05:30.840+08:00

puppet on strings.flawed situation.failure to retain.inability to make an impact.constant liability.signs are read.point taken.rules broken.game over.Thought I was different and it seems I'm just the sameAs a game I put my hand over the flameI thought I was smarter as I flew into the sunBut it turned out the way it does with everyone

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MacDonalds, arcade, movie, mj, kungfu hustle.That pretty much summed up my day.Today, six couples disappeared.V and Q, thanks for the company.Speaking about unspoken love.Maybe we should change it to nonexistent love.Cold water, cleaning my wounds A side parade, with a single balloon I'm done with this, I'm counting to ten Blue as seas, running to themread the signs cole, read the signs.

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Back from Bangkok,yes this entry is a little late.But wth,by courtesy of pau,these are the pictures of the many more to come.Okay,currently I'm feeling a little loss.Shall get down to organising those messy thoughts.hur.oh oh oh.last thing.MY STOMACH IS HURTING LIKE A MAD BITCH.Okay, I'm done with whining.Goodnight.

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After looking at Sunday's photos on Pau's camera,I decided that I ought to be shot.I WAS SUCH AN EMBARRASSMENT!And I can foresee that it'll probablytake me quite some time to get over it.Damn.Argh.And my dearest friends cannot stop jacking me about it.Thank you very much friends.Okay I'm swearing off alcohol for the next err..Hmm I'll have to think about that.Hur.

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No one is indispensable.At any point of time,people are just a passing phase in each others' life.

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Maybe the additional headcount,is nothing worth celebrating at all.It probably served as a symbol of interruption,an outcast in every occassion.It's probably the reason why plans got so tangled,due to the awkwardnesscaused by the unfamiliar individual.Too much have been shared and done,during those lost times.Too many plans have been made,too many promises unfulfilled,too many dreams unrealised,

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I'm home.And this whole thing about re-adapting,is not easy.Words, are cheap.

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disappear into the patterns,and cease to be.

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Well,I've got nothing much to update actually.I'm just taking a break from editing 4837 records just now.hur.I think I need to take a break from reality for awhile.It's getting pretty mentally-taxing for me.Especially the thought of having to re-adapt to changes again.It's kind of heavy to digest.So I think it's best to forget about cole for awhile.I need time alone to sort some thoughts

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I was at my company's HQ yesterday,and since it's probably going to be my firstand last time over there,I decided that I should take some pictures of it.So I was happily walking aroundLevel 27, 28, 29, and 30,snapping at everything and anything interesting.And when I decided to take a picture of themeeting room,I walked past this room with its door opened,and I took a photo of that room with the

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I wanted to talk about my trip to Yi Wu yesterday,but I was too busy and exhausted to touch onsuch a heavy topic.And today,hmm I can no longer remember the details of the trip.I've got pictures though,but I'll need to find time to upload it.hur.I wanted to talk about so many things.But I can't find the energy to do so.Neither can I find the right listener,nor the words to say.Mental

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Just now,I saw a dot on my laptop's monitor,so I started cleaning it with a tissue paper.And when I couldn't get it off,I got frustrated(you know how cole is super anal about such things)and started rubbing it with wet wipes(you know, those that you use to clean the baby's ass?)And that SOB simply refusedto detach itself from my monitor.So I got really pissed,and couldn't concentrate on work,and

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its been two days and im missing you already,never really thought you could mean,so much in a such a little timecole tan,two days never msg me already,ni shi bu shi you bie de nu ren ?-paulinenahnahnahnahbowlingballsuperbahkutteh

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People get used to absence,and they'll soon forget aboutthe presence of a certain someone,in a given period of time.Well,like it or not,that's how people handle loss,or sometimes, pain.That's how people heal.Certain types of peoplehave the tendency todeclare their non-existent love,because it's supposed to bepolitically correct to do that.That's how people keep their standin their own social

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I heard that cooked human flesh is sour.So here's a few dishes I came up with if you guysare interested in some human flesh.1. Human sashimi2. Human ma la hot pot3. Mah po human brains (thanks pau)4. Gu lo human rouerr I think that's about it.More suggestions please.hahahaOh oh and pau.I want to be a vampire who's not afraid of sunlight.(cause I still want to go tanning and wakeboarding)Is that

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The Game.Is all about,making the best out of every given situation.Is all about,talent.If you don't have the talent,at least have the skills required.If you don't have both,at least have enough looks to catch some attention.Is all about,drama and good acting skills.Is all about,using underhand methods to get people out of the game.Is all about,luck.Is all about,winning at all costs.And it is

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hello everyone.because cole is too busy to blog today,i will blog for her.pau wants everyone to know that cole belongs to her,so, handsoff(:

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I was never this excited over World Cup.Cole: go go go hurry up! run run run!Commentator in mandarin: (cannot remember his exact words) GOAL!Cole: yay goal! (thump!)Friend: err cole, are you okay?Cole: -stares at bleeding knees- what do you think?Yeah sometimes,I really cannot believe myself.I have no idea how did I fall,or why was I so excited (I'm a Brazil fan btw, not Germany's)But whatever

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Cole: Do you know that President Bush and Saddam Husseinboth have their shoes made at the same Italian shoemaker?Pau: It's probably Prada. hahaAnd I really need a new aircon(pau heard the irritating beep when i was restarting it)and some normal junk food.The little plant still looks like it's dying.(think google didn't help much this time)I bought 200RMB worth of chewing gum the other day.(I

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After complaining so much abouthow exhausted I am after work,and after (somewhat) keeping to mysleep-early regimen,today I failed myself by coming to workwith a hangover.It's really sad,to see people acting like clowns,just to clinch a deal.Sales = Selling yourselfEntertaining = 275 bottles of Black LabelThis is damn bad.Getting myself so pissed drunk on a tuesday night,is not funny at all.I feel

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Hello my friends.Guess what,Cole did something really stupid.Like perming her hair.Now she looks retarded.(why do I always have to go throughthe looking/sounding retarded phase?)SO IF I DIDN'T MANAGE TO FIX MY HAIRBY THE 29TH OF JULY,I AM SORRY,I'M NOT GOING BACK.hur.Now, I am really depressed.How happy can you get with all sorts ofdifferent curls on your head you tell me?Maggi mee and round

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The word is convenience.Certain kinds of relationships,are based on how readily available the other person is.The word is transaction.There is always a price attached to these relationships.Once whatever they are looking for,can no longer be found in you,they'll disappear.The word is disappointment.Those words are nothing but empty promises.Words are cheap, remember?Irresponsibility: a new trait

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hahaha this is what i've read about for the past week:1. The first nutcracker came from a German family named Steinbach.2. After 25 years and tracing 1300 samples of wild apes' fresh feces, scientists have confirmed that the HIV virus really did originate from chimpanzees, in a corner of Cameroon.3. The first human known to be infected with HIV was a man from Kinshasa in the nearby country of

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Shanghai's weather is just like a PMS bitch.Hot cold Hot cold Hot cold.It was so hot yesterday,imagine,I could actually go to lunch without my jacket!And I'm sure by now,you guys should know howattached to my jacket(s) I am.And last night,I wanted to turn the air conditioner onbecause it was so damn hot thatI thought I was sleeping in a microwave.And guess what,that piece of shit died on me.Wtf.I

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You are so beautiful.You are so clean.You feel so smooth.You smell so fresh.You sound so clear.You are so wise.You move so gracefully.You are so kind.YOU TASTE LIKE PORK.-David S.

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I was walking around in the carpark,behind some sort of a club.Saw two strangers,blonde and brunette,probably carpark attendents.Blonde was chasing after the brunette.I walked to the other side of the carpark,Blonde handed me a box.A very nice antique box.I liked it very much.I opened it,there were two objects in it.And they were red in colour.I was trying hard to figure what they were.And blonde

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Okay,finally I've managed to figure outhow come the little plant's dying.It's sick.Very sick.There are some sort of fungi growing inthe soil that it's resting on.And if I'm not wrong,it's poisoned by it.Or the fungi are taking in all of its water and nutrients.And slowly eating it up.I need to save it!Shall google the solution.this is a test. beware.

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Other than getting paid for the job,I get bonuses too.Bonus number 1:2745RMB worth of backacheBonus number 2:812RMB worth of wristacheBonus number 3:120RMB worth of stressBonus number 4:234RMB worth of mental exhaustionAnd now,I cannot concentrate on whatever I'm working on,because I cannot stop staring at that little plant on my table.I don't understand why does it look like it's dying,when I've

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I was listening to this song just now,and the bass was so powerful,that I thought I was feeling a little high?wtf.I have no idea why but it was damn weird.Don't remember having any beer during lunch.And the liquid in my mug sure dosen't look like alcohol.Sheesh.I miss eating tapioca chips.Not the chilli ones, the normal salted ones.You know, the one that I'm always munching on.Any kind soul wanna

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After a week's worth of retail therapy,or rather,six weeks of it :)I need some reimbursement.FRIENDS, COLE JUST BLEW HER ALLOWANCE.And I have about 10 more weeks to go.Damn.I am really bad with money.hur.So while waiting for more money to come in,I decided that maybe I should save a little.But last night, after 24 hours of thriftiness,the itch kicked in,and I decided that a little grocery/

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Some interesting words that I've came across last week.1. Vantage, in another words, Vintage2. Hip-Pop, which means, Hip-Hop3. Hey New, which was supposedly, Black GirlHere I am, back at work.And for the first time in life,I was glad to drag myself outta bed in the morning.Hur strange huh?Been having the strangest dreams/nightmares.And my busy mind just have no ideawhat S-T-O-P means.It's been

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LION KING IS COMING TO SHANGHAI.AND I'M GONNA CATCH IT THIS TIME.I SWEAR.ANYONE INTERESTED IN WATCHING IT WITH ME?hahaha I doubt.Anyway, FYI:It's starts on the 19th of July 2006.And I'm still here,so if I don't manage to catch it before the 29th,I'm sorry friends.I AM GONNA EXTEND MY STAY.Last night Jac managed to change my mind aboutextending my stay over here.She said something about it's

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Last night was Wednesday.And being so used to Zouk's ladies night.I decided that I shall just give up part of myprecious sleeping hours, and PARTY.I forgot the name of the club.But the interior was pretty impressive.Free entry, free-flow of housepours (damn strong!)and beer, and the RnB was G-O-O-D.hur.But guess what, it was empty.WTF.Okay, but anyway it was fun la.Was trying to do tricks with

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Okay, this is what I've learnt for the past three weeks at work.After freaking out (because dearest cole drank miloand was so damn happy about it until she realisedthat she's actually lactose intolerant)when I saw the work M-I-L-K,on the bottle of honey i've been adding into my waterfor the past 3 weeks,I realised that Milk Vetch is actually a kind of herb.It is actually called Great Wall

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Okay it's 25 degrees today,and guess what?I'm the only idiot in the office with 3 layers of clothingand a scarf around my neck.This is not because I'm a typical summer-all-year-longSingaporean,but I am not feeling well.Acute food-poisoning the doctor said.After a series of blood testand doctors and nurses with lousy attitudes.When I walked into the hospital,Me: Where can I do the registration?Old

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Okay,I have no idea if anyone reads this thing,but i'm gonna blog anyway,cause i am BORED.I'm waiting to go for lunch, still.My colleague said that she'll bring me to thisplace where the whole street is filled with food,but i gotta wait for her.ohwell.Anyway, my weekend was good.Other than the whole birthday thing was kinda weird.(okay you should know that i hate special occasions)Everyone was

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Annoucement:I AM GOING TO LEAVEMY SINGAPORE ROAMING LINE AT HOME.SO IF YOU WANT TO CONTACT ME,CALL/TEXT ME AT MY SHANGHAI NUMBER.THE NUMBER CAN BE FOUND ON MY MSN.Reason:It's really troublesome to carry 2 phonesaround over here.Because I'm constantly worryingabout my phone getting stolen.The stress is too much for me to handle.Trust.No one's worth it.I've learnt my lesson, a painful one. Words

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Luckily for people like Jill,I get to read tags.And for people like vernia,yes i'll try to blog in chinese.你好okay, maybe later.this is too tiring and mentally-taxing.

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Oh and did I mention that I cannot read blogs?Yeah I can access blogger and all, but not blogspot?It's a Shanghai thing, Jill said.So you guys can either be like Jill,give me your blogger username and password,or email me,that is, if I am important enough :)Anyway you guys can still contact me at mySingapore number, 969 ****Text me, it's cheaper for me to call you instead.I want to go Double O

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Am working now.It was freezing today!My god.And the traffic was so damn bad thatit took me an hour to the get to office by taxi!Ohwell.Let me describe my job.I have to stare at 3625436436 Excel worksheets,which are written in mandrain.I have to stare at tons of contracts,which come cabinets of it.And after all that reading,I'll have to design a database to dump allthese rubbish in.But not too bad

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Okay, this is my second night in Shanghai.And I am exhausted.I swear I can walk from my placeto Pasir Ris by the time I get back.And my cousin is really pissing the shit out of me.Sigh.I guess I'm really not a kids person.I cannot stand the nosiy-naughty-rude-spoilt kids.And guess what?My cousin's one of them.Sheesh.Ohwell.More walking tomorrow.Think I better catch some sleep,before I fall asleep

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Found this in my laptop, so i decided to attempt it. You are a Cautious Artist.About YouYou are an ArtistYour appreciation of beauty, ability to think abstractly, and innovativeness make you an ARTIST.Never one to be tied to a particular way of doing things, you let your imagination guide you in discovering different possibilities.You would rather seek out new experiences than stick to your

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