you had the authority to exercise discretion and given me the waive.
you could have listened to your subordianates and take into account the words and actions meted out.
you didnt have to force the situation to a point where the relationship between employer and employee becomes strained.
you didnt have to make life difficult and uncomfortable for all parties involved.
it was an amicable separation that turned nasty the minute you decided to interfere.
everyone was happy with how it was handled, until you stomped in and made everyone confused and peeved, and not to mention making me seriously pissed off.

i dont bloody give a damn your position in the office.
i am so glad it ended with me giving you a piece of my mind.
in theory you won. but in life, i am the clear victor.

i am still so angry. and i will probably remain this way, or increase in anger levels every single morning from thursday.

arg.

i have to say this. i bite my tongue but i still have to say this.

you bloody cheebye!

no wait.

you bloody chao chee bye!

this isnt evangelism preach, this is true traditional advice that dates back to when first God said 'let there be light'

the power of prayer is only overrated, when you overrate it. dont bother praying to Him to change your test paper mark from a 99 to a 100, cause that wouldnt be divine intervention, that would be pure spooky!

likewise, the power of prayer is only underrated when you underate it. what's the point of praying for an awesome complexion when you're the epitome of a chimney, and the point of going to bed is after you catch the sunrise.

conclusion. God helps you when you help yourself.
dont forget the most important of all. God will answer your prayer only when it's best for you.

and dont be a smart alec and debate with me over who knows what is best for you.
often, we think we know but we dont! and if we do, it's because you've been blessed with spiritual guidance, something that just doesnt catch our notice anymore.

ok so maybe MAYBE there could have been alternatives He could have offered, but didnt. ( Am i contradicting myself here?)
but hey, at the end of the day, it's up to you to make the most of things because hell yeah, everything does happen for a reason.

dont let your life be revolved around one aspect,and focus all your prayers on it. because when that doesnt get answered, you become liable to blame Him for not paying attention to what you plea for.

time to take a check guys.

i think it's highly interesting, not to mention amusing, that every piece of information relayed is generally met with an excited 'really!?' and answered again with an even more enthusiastic 'really!!'

a: i saw b on the streets today!
c: really!?
a: yeah really! she looks good now!
c: really!?1
a: yeah really!she is working in some advertising firm now.
c: really!?
a: yeah really..

and there i am thinking, if it's not 'really' then tell you for what! before i sheepishly admitted that i am guilty of this rather bizarre method of communication.

and then i realised something rather interesting. it applies to all sexes!
only the girls shriek, and the guys kinda say it in a more deadpan voice.

girl a: there's a mango sale!
girl b: reallly!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!

guy c: huh.. really?

girl a and b:*shrieks in unison* yeah really!

when new people emerge in your life, you tend to forget about the faithful one/ones that stood by your side when it mattered.
it's like playing with your new electric train set all day long, and thrusting the battered teddy bear in a corner.
it's only when things get rough, then you dig Faithful Teddy to sob into its fur because sometimes old things provide the best comfort of all.
it's a pity when people get carried away, and then they get burnt. because sometimes Faithful Teddy has been lost forever.

the workings of people's mind. they confuse social with family.

i think people are weird. or perhaps we are the aliens.
but why is it that some things can be so clear to some, yet so hazy to others.
why do some people behave this way, and some people that.
why are some so gracious, yet others downright appalling?

all i can say is, i kinda glad that my friends and i are aliens.

youth versus age.

at the end of the day, besides mentality, i guess a huge difference lie in the consequences you face.

when you're 13 and you break into a swimming pool for a midnight swim, and you hold your breath and hide underwater so that the police cant see you, you get off with a just a phonecall to the parents. ;)

but when you're 22 and you break into a school at night because you wanted to see what it was like after renovation but didnt want to meet any teachers, god help you if you get caught.

:S

although maybe if you're an old girl you can get away with just another trip down the discipline office, just like the good ol' days?

:)

when you're under the legal age and you consume vast amounts of alcohol and you spend the night tottering around, some people would admire you, some people would laugh, but generally you're just having fun.

but when you're 43 and you're tottering around, you'd better go for AA.

and that's alcoholic anonymous, not the battery.

when you scratch your bus pass from 84 to 81 so that you can buy cigarrettes, your friends applaud and you all share sticks together.

but when you're 23 and you smoke, all of you begin to wonder about how your complexion is going to turn out.

when you're a teenager, you get away calling it angst.
but when you're an adult, people just say get over it, you emo drama queen.

when you're a teenager, people rate your maturity through your actions.
when you're an adult, it's both your mentality and your actions.

so i limit this mostly to vice activities, but sometimes, really, you only get your youth once.

but at the end of the day, it really depends on who and what tops your list.

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i took leave today. due to a number of reasons
ok maybe just one.

i dread it.
it's time to leave.

you're surrounded by all your laughing friends, your schedule is all packed and leaves no chances for any solitary functions. but despite the best preparations, solitude still manages to creep in, and crosses the thin line over to loneliness.

because there are just unfulfilled gaps when it's not around.

maybe this is what you call the missing piece to your jigsaw. and only someone can truly make you feel completed.

if you've got blessings showered on you and you are whole, dont lose that piece. because once it goes missing, it blends in with all other pieces which look set to fit, but only serves to deceive, and you're gonna have one hell of a time looking for the one.

ok this is to my vips
you ladies know dele's blog add right? well i had some vague idea of what it is, and i type in

www.satinsheetsandlacybra!

so i got some of those words correct, but dont ask me how i had the idea of bra being in the add.

ok im off to clear my internet cache before my bro chances upon it and decides i am some sort of a nympho.

or worse, a pervert.

a pathetic life when your best companions when you're down are music and alcohol? i beg to differ. it's a realist sort of life. dont judge it till you try it. there is something cathartic about sloshing down litres and hard thumping rhythm.
but that is provided you have learnt the art of throwing yourself whole heartedly into something. and if you have, bang on the beats i say.

sometimes a person's death, or a medical conditions' only purpose is to make some people grateful for what they have. people claim sympathy, empathy and all worthy and appropriate emotions , but grief, i maintain, is very emotionally private, a sentiment you can only share with yourself.

it's also scary the way our thoughts run sometimes, and how fast and far they sprint, that we ourselves are left in the hue of the dust left behind, and only serves to make us even more myopic than we already are.
it's even scarier how intense these runs are, the drive and aggression beneath it all.

understanding is out of your league.
but judgement stands tall.
and perhaps, that is the scariest demon we battle.

sometimes, exorcism needs direct involvement from God himself.

so i had really fantastic dreams 2 nights in a row, albeit rather weird. but how many of us can awake from sleep grinning like a goofball?

on the first ngiht, gwen's family bought a car. and not any ordinary toyota, or even a beemer. it was a state of the art car! super high tech, super expensive. anyway, faz and gwen came to pick me up, rounding the bend on 2 wheels! we went to pick mau and we went travelling and hey this car can travel over water ok. hilarious part came when i told faz to do that wheelie thing the next time we round a bend and when the car went up on 2 wheels, gee.... never underestimate the importance of seatbelts. we headed to this amusement park with equally state of the art roller coasters, and man... i swear that was our best outing ever. i was feeling soooo happy when i woke up!

so here's the next dream.

i was a animal rescue mission officer. so cool right. so there i was, some local heroine who won the hearts of the public through intensive media coverage.
and therefore, they crowned me MISS SINGAPORE UNIVERSE!!

woohoo!

i was up on a very high platform, with equally high heels... YES HEELS! ( i bet i have a secret penchant for them after the wedding or something) .. some gown.. and get this... A TIARA!

AND I WAS BLOWING KISSES AND WAVING!

gosh.

imagine that.

anyway,the lions won!!! yay!!! no one can say that the saving goal was due to sheer luck. it was skill! good for that kid. lord knows i went shrieking when the ball went in.

but thai football was good though.

oh wells.

congrats lions!