Such A Night - Elvis Presley

anyone watched the movie '3000 Miles from Graceland'? well those who did will remember this part at the end of the movie. althought the King was never really popularly known for this song, it's one of my favs.

Hello S-Type

eventually you knew this was coming...

buh bye to my (it was a really good car though) auntified Vios. now say hello to my suped-up Auntified Vios. (alamak, is this even worst than i think it is?)

when am i gonna get my hands back again on a 2.0litre, big bang engine that just roars with power at the tap of the accelerator, when, whennnnnnnnnnn???

Life Guards Bathroom Break

whats been up ya'll...

i'm back into the graveyard shift again, work sucks but i can't complain. how do you tell yourself every morning to do better today? how do you look yourself in the mirror and say, i'm going to be productive, pro-active, pro-whatever else there is...how? i do it all and at the end of the day i feel inadequate, i feel like there was something more i could have done, like i'm slacking in a few places...well enough of work.

my no BKT for a month came to an end last weekend. meet up with Ric and Shenn for lunch (with Michelle). whenever the brady bunch met up, it' always end up in conversations about auditing, cause these guys are mosty auditors or ex-auditors. seeing how Michelle is not and auditor i thought the auditing conversations would reduce, turns out, now they're talking about chinese dramas..alamakkkkkkkk!!! (tall, volouptous, big boobed indian girl [non auditor], where are you?) heahehae.....

we had our moment of truth, once again..it's all about testing me. the tests keep on pilling on me, and why i ask. in reference to my last post as well. why is it that we're often tested (especially me). i hate to be tested and yet i myself always test everything, muahahahaha...human nature i guess.

Buh Bye...Vios

Life will...

...always find a way to fuck you over, no matter who you are, what you did, when you did it, where you are and how you got there; FACTS of life!

Long long ago, in ancient times (when sms's cost 7cents and not 6cents)...

i was seeing woman A, things were good but somehow things became complicated and pretty fucked up when we discovered she still had feelings for her ex. i somehow found it in me to tell her to go back to him if she felt that strongly about him...strangely enough woman A did. but we still hung out a lot..and i mean a lot. then one thing led to another woman A started to fall for me AND have feeling for her ex.

me being typically me told myself i should stop seeing woman A, for obvious reasons, so i started dating woman B. during this period woman A was going thru a lot of stuff in her life..so me being me (always thinking i'm doing the right thing but not necessarily the best thing) decided not to tell her i had started seeing someone else. then finally i did tell her (can't remember how exactly)...

(damn it's complicating..even i'm losing the plot)...

now along the way, before i went out with woman B, i did talk to woman A (she left the country on a vacation and it gave me sometime to think about stuff) and i told her i'd still like to give us a chance but she said no. and she said she was not gonna see either me or her ex. then months later she told me (after i sproached her again with my ingenius idea) she was back together with her ex. so i persued woman B and what a disaster did that turned out.

woman B was a raving phsycopath. she would do things that would give you nightmares. (no doubt she was tall, volupteous and bloody stacked) but none the less the was two clicks away from the wacko land. somehow me seeing woman B infuriated woman A...it appealed to her as though i was cheating on her!! i know i know....

woman A and i got into a few chats and one thing led to another, she ended up telling me how she felt and to my suprise how she felt about me. just to recap, when i wanted her she didn't, when she wanted me i was with someone else. so things with woman B seriously took a slump. Madam 'half boiled egg' drove me insane and i walked out on the relationship (if you'd call it that). so me the idiot approached woman A again...to the FUCK hell SHIT, she tells me she's back with her ex again.....BLEHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

this was a time i had to just walk away from everything...just than woman B approaches me and says, she wasn't serious the last time and now wants to give another chance and she truly wants to try...i put my foot down and said no.

(fast forward back to 6cents sms')

i'm now attached. happily too...very happily attached (should i stress this again). yes, very very happily attached, to a wonderful person (brownie points i hope)...and i come to know on the same day...woman A is not seeing her ex and is gonna be forced into marriage, arranged and woman B met someone, arranged and is getting married...

anyone wanna have Bah Ku Teh for breakfast, i'm on a one month no BKT oath. maybe it's cause of all the no pork this is all happening. I NEED PORK!! I NEED PORK!!! I NEED PORK!! I NEED PORK!!! I NEED PORK!! I NEED PORK!!! I NEED PORK!! I NEED PORK!!! I NEED PORK!! I NEED PORK!!! I NEED PORK!! I NEED PORK!!! I NEED PORK!! I NEED PORK!!!

(throw a little beef into it along the way too....)

does Santa need another helper?

i was thinking.....(on a long shot laaaaa) this whole Manufacturing Industry thingy, maybe...just maybe...it's not my thing. everyday is a war zone and i'm not really comfortable with people calling me at home on my off days asking about work.

i'm curled up with Shell, and suddenly i gotta talk about work and try and solve something, send people msg's and get them to go look at it, kinda sickening. i know it takes a different breed of people to be in this industry but seriously, maybe i'm not cut-out for it?

i know i can do a lot of thing...i know that much i am capable but hey, does that mean i gotta start all over from scratch, aiyaaaaa!!! i wanna do something creative, like building models or coming up with new toys, now that is awesome. i know what's my dream job...Resort Manager to a get-away resort on a tropical island...(with a warp speed train to bring me back to technology whenever i want!). an island where only tall, voluptous and stacked women come to sunbath and they always demand the resort manager to oil them up on the sand...

okay okay...enough dreaming. time to go check on my line

on the graveyard

"i'm too old for this shit"

remember that phrase? well i do (MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA). so to speak i'm finally living my dreams of the living prince of darkness. i love working on the night shift. when i'm off to work, i've got 'when the night....has come' playing in my head.

just too bad they don't have a really good vending machine in my company. one that sells sneaker and kit kats (damn i miss my uni days). you know what i miss the most are the sandwiches, ohhhhh, they are seriously 'to kill your aunty's ex-boyfriend for' delicious. and i'm talking about the ones that are all ready made and packed, not the fresh ones like you get in SubWay or something like that....grab one in the morning, then sneakers for lunch then chips and gravy for pre dinner...then the fun part of making my own dinner. well back to my bitching; i so wish they sold sandwiches like that here!!!

anyways, the only downside to being on shift is i'm missing my weekends with Michelle....(and my Champions League matches [duhhh...{had to go write that down}])