The thing people forget is how good it can feel when you finally set secrets free. Whether good or bad, at least they're out in the open, like it or not. And once your secrets are out in the open, you don't have to hide behind them anymore. .
The problem with secrets is even when you think you're in control, you're not...
Sunday, July 16, 2006
my tounge is sore.. coz i simply sipped a spoonful of soup without realising it was hot..
i have mouth ulcers... coz i drank coffee las nite..
my feet are killing me... coz a walked a thousand miles...
my hands are stinging.. coz i washed the toilet with clorox without wearing any gloves..
i guess pain is good..
coz in a way..
they are telling that something is wrong with your body..
so... be thankful.. i am normal..
PAIN is GOOD...
Thursday, July 13, 2006
start eating apple today coz an apple a day keeps the doctor away..
happy apple-frenzy week!!
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
It’s at early dawn of the day that I wake up only to find that it is raining cats and dogs outside. Oh blimey, I don’t want to get up. I just wanna stay in bed. Curling and getting comfy under the duvet. I can’t get up yet, it is so nice and cosy. I just lie on the bed, waiting for the alarm of my handphone to goes off. I haul myself out of bed and sigh. While getting out of bed, I was readily to get a hold of the floor when I realise I was actually planting my feet on my cat’s stomach. Luckily I didn’t actually step on his belly. Of all places, why does my dearest cat, Olen, have to sleep there, on the floor, at the side of my bed? I mumble words to Olen in a way of saying that he shouldn’t sleep there but oh, what the hell, it makes me look even dumber talking to a cat, and he only yawns at me back. I have to get up and I better hurry because I’m having an interview at Megan Avenue. How fascinating is that, an interview. The sound of having an interview makes me look like an important person. Even though, I know this one is going to be a lousy interview.
It’s late, I realise a few minutes later. I just grab the Baju Kurung that was already ironed in the closet. Damn. Can’t afford to iron anything at this rate of the hour because I am already late. I have to catch the train at 6.45 am, the latest. 15 minutes late, I manage the catch the train And luckily it is the express train. Non-stop from Seremban to KL Sentral but they do stop at two stations before reaching KL Sentral which are Kajang and Serdang. Wearing one of my old and worn-out high heels, I can’t find the green heels with the stones, I teeter myself inside the train. Being as the one who always stumble and fumble because of my clumsiness, I manage to pull a scene just in front of the train’s entrance. How embarrassing it is. It’s such a humiliation and it hurts even more to find that the coach that I enter has no seats left. There were all occupied. A few people are eyeing me peculiarly. I don’t know out of what reason. Either they just pity me or they are just quietly enjoying the entertainment that I just gave them. I clatter myself out of the coach, rushing to enter the coach next to it. They I find a seat and settle down, And exhale. I am CLUMSY! A great way to start your day, GO SHASHA!
As expected, I reach KL Sentral earlier that I thought I should have. It is 8.10 am. And the interview is not until 9.15 am. I sashay myself to PUTRA station and I just think of trying my luck with my Touch n’ Go Card and unfortunately the card was not valid, forcing me to queue up for tickets. I take the escalator and am utterly shock to see the amount of people waiting to fill up the train. Amazingly the people are in line and I just again queue in one of the lines and wait for my turn. 5 trains have passed and then come my turn. I am first in line and wait patiently, wishing that the next train to be empty or at least, less packed with people. To my dismay, the train that arrive before my eyes are chock-full with human beings, I have no idea on how I shall get in. I have to enter. I don’t care. I squeeze myself through the crowd. And I manage to secure a spot. I grab a hold of the metal bar as leverage to stabilise myself. People keep entering the train. OH MY, can’t they see? It’s already jam packed here. There is no more room. Not even a room to breath. Has it ever happen to you when you are caught up in a very crowded place that you are not allow to move not even an inch? That is what I am feeling now. I can damn move neither my legs nor my arms. If I move any of my limbs I will probably brush them on somebody’s arse or their crotch area. That will be unpleasant wouldn’t it? As a conclusion, PUTRA in the morning of working days is a place where people can freely be a pervert. How can they not be? With only the thin air separating each person in the train, it is impossible not to rub yourself against the person near you accidently or with intentions. Funny.
this is what happens when i read books too much. i tend to write differently. i did had too much of Jane Green's.
