My resignation letter was given to my boss and my last date of employment would be on the last day of January 2006. Nel got sacked today, and nobody knows the reason. I only know losing him will bring back alot of happiness to the rest of the employees there. But before i go, Britney Spears greeted me with a new package of her own.

















Fantasy, which gives me hopes and tells me that there are better jobs waiting for me.

I checked out the website, and found it to be rather 'fantasy' . Do you call that 'fantastic' instead of 'fantasy' I don't think so, though i didn't know which word fits it best.

I was talking about badminton coaching the other day, till i realise something. I once had a torn ligament in my left knee, and 'normal' back injury. When i mean normal, it means it doesn't hurt much till rainy days. Till one fine day when i was in the army, i dislocated my cervical spine thanks to their trainings. Yet no understandings were given, even by the medical officer when i provided my x-ray to them.

Anyway, what i wanted to say is, that my career as a sportsman is ruined, forever 'FULL STOP'

How can i ever get a more decent job? Or play back my favourite sports?

I would have resigned from my job last wednesday, I have had enough from that place. The workloads were too heavy for me to handle, and the pay was a bit too low for my very good performances there. I looked down at some perfumes then and saw...

















And..

















I decided to continue working, but now, at this very moment, I have decided that Jan' 06 shall be my last working month. I needed a new environment, somewhere nearer to my home, and most importantly, a better pay. Anyone wanna take up badminton training? I charge only $60 per two hours. Strictly for 16's and below. Or you can introduce me to a better job too.

Malaysia, truely Asia. How good does that sounds to you? Armed robberies? Or Pickpockets?

I really love Malaysia, the foods, variety of things there, and especially the prices. How about a Ramly Burger?

Yet, recently, more theives, stole. And even hacked some singaporeans. I am so traumatised. And i decided to take a look over there today. I went over there, only to see the usual heavy traffics, nothing else. Everything seems so normal.

Andrew said both of us were aimed when we were at the petrol kiosk, puffing away like some puffer fishes. I looked behind and saw 3 lorries full of indians staring at us. Shocked.. We decided to return back. Upon clearance from the Malaysia's immigration, i rode away and saw this indian guy staring at me and rushing towards me. I throttled up and found out that he only wanted to cross the road. -_-'' A close shave. It's really a pretty country to give up on. Just go and let them rob you of some money, they do not want sex from you, so don't worry.

Yeah
It’s my life
But all in words I guess

Have you ever loved someone so much you’d give an arm for?
Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for?
When they know they are your heart
And you know you are their armour
And you will destroy anyone who will try to harm her
But what happens when karma turns right around and bites you
And everything you stand for turns on you to spite you
What happens when you become the main source of her pain
“Daddy look what I made?”
“Dad’s gotta go catch a plane”
“Daddy where’s mummy? I can’t find mummy, where is she?”
I don’t know, go play, Hailie baby your daddy’s busy.
Daddy’s writing a song, this song ain’t gonna write itself
I give you one underdog, then you gotta swing by yourself
Then to write a rhyme in a song and tell her you love her
And put hands on her mother who’s a spitting image of her
That’s slim shady, yeah baby slim shady’s crazy
Shady made me, but tonight, Shady’s rock-a-by baby
I keep having this dream – I’m pushing hailie on the swings she keeps screaming
She don’t want me to sing, “You’re making mummy cry, why, why’s mummy crying?”
Baby, Daddy ain’t leaving no more,
“Daddy you’re lying,
You always say that, you always say this is the last time,
but you ain’t leaving no more, Daddy you’re mine!”
She’s piling boxes infront of the door trying to block it,
“Daddy please daddy don’t leave daddy no, stop it!”
Goes in her pocket, pulls out a tiny necklace locket, it’s got a picture,
“This’ll keep you safe daddy, take it with you”
I look up, it’s just me standin in the mirror, these fucking walls must be talking coz man I can hear them
They saying you got one more chance to do right, and it’s tonight,
Now go out there and show them that you love them before it's too late
And just as I go to walk out of my bedroom door it turns to a stage, they’re gone
And the spotlight is on and I’m singing…
Sixty thousand people, all jumping out their seat
The curtain closes, they’re throwing roses at my feet
I take a bow, “and thank you all for coming out”
They’re screaming so loud, I take one last look at the crowd
I glanced down, I don’t believe what I’m seeing’
“Daddy it’s me! Help mummy her wrists are bleeding”
But baby we’re in Sweden, how did you get to Sweden?!
“I followed you daddy, you told me that you weren’t leaving
You lied to me dad, and now you make mummy sad
And I bought you this coin
It says ‘number 1 dad’, that’s all I wanted
I just wanna give you this coin
I get the point, fine, me and mummy are going
But baby wait-
“it's too late dad, you made your choice. Now go out there and show them you love them more than us
That’s what they want
They want you Marshall, they keep
screaming your name, it’s no wonder you can’t go to sleep
Just take another fucking pill, yeah i bet ya you will
You rap about it. Yeah word, ke-keep it real”
I hear applause, all this time I couldn’t see
How could it be that the curtain is closing on me
I turn around, find a gun on the ground, cock it,
put it to my brain, scream ‘Die Shady!’ and pop it
The sky darkens, my life flashes,
The plane that I was supposed to be on, crashes and burns to ashes
That’s when I wake up, alarm clock's ringing,
There’s birds singing, it’s spring and
Hailie’s out side swinging
I walk right up to Kim and kiss her, tell her I miss her
Hailie just smiles and winks at her little sister, almost as if to say-
And when I’m gone, just carry on, don’t mourn,
rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice
Just know that I’m looking down on you smiling
And I didn’t feel a thing so baby don’t feel no pain, just smile back

Eminem

It's been a bad day again! I spilled my drink on this girl i have seen for the first time. Bad impression given for just the first meeting up. I am SORRY!! I have promised to apologise to her even though she said it doesn't matter. SORRY again.

To make things worse, i saw my first love whom i have mentioned so many freaking times before. What a tremendous change in her. A model look-alike girl now. The new James Blunt's song briefly described our 'stories'. 'Goodbye my lover, Goodbye my friend. You have been the one, you have been the one for me.' We ain't friends no more, not to say being back together again.

My dreams won't even give me any chance to rest in peace. * Not the freaking people whom pass away that kinda rest in peace, you bloody idiot!*

Two days ago, i dreamt that i was a drug smuggler. I have had a big pack of heroin on me. My friend, Kelvin, was the communicator. I was in shock when i saw some police(s) looking at me in an awkward way. I don't want to be like another Van Tuong Nguyen, who was sentenced to a death penalty for trafficking drugs.

Clear my sins, let me rest in peace . . * a weeping saint *

It's definitely not a good week. I read Kenny sia's blog only to find out that a blogger, La idler, has passes away. I did more searches and the more i read, the more sad i got. Http://fugs.blogspot.com/, has the most touching words of all. What he/she said was.. Goodbye,although i did not know you, at least i have read you.

Okay, i was over-reacting. I did not know who she was. But what touches me is the care and concerns from her friends, maybe those bloggers like Kenny, Mr brown and all those famous ones from the Blogging family.

You might have heard of Dawn Yang, she's pretty and elegant. But just a-bit too eurasian for a family of 'pure' chinese.The current song in her blog rocks!

Anyway, found some old friends who are friends of hers.




















The freaking RICH guy, and i mean RICH!! One of my clicks in the army.





















How about the guy being 'circled'? He is from a quite well-to-do family too. His mom used to fetch him back from school after our badminton trainings. That's Clement by the way.

So may i say that Dawn Yang only socialises with the riches?

She's really pretty though..