if only, each one realised

2006 is soon to be warmly received with arms wide open, by the many people living in the face of this earth.

i end 2005, with a whole new experience - work.

now that my ass is rested on the little blue chair with my fingers typing this, the year 2005 should have be closed with a nice warm dinner together with friends. okay, maybe not a dinner, but basically great company with people you call your friends.

2006 - we've all survived the long hard days of 2005.

2005 - the year everyone worked hard to survive the o's.

the o's - a series of major examinations that separates the best from the mediocre.

2005 - we've seen only part of the drama

2006 - yet another eventful dramatic year ahead.

on a brighter note, the days ahead are just going to get better.

then again, 2006 seem like just another 365 days ahead. i prefer to see things in days. years seem like something that would never come true. days are much more realistic. i prefer to number my DAYS, and not years.

if i were to do a summary of the year 2005, it'd be an endless list of events and drama that took place. but in short, 2005 has really taught me much. there are so many people i've to thank for, but i don't think i have the courage to. certain issues are simply too sensitive to be brought up.

and to God:
forgive us all for all our sins once again. we can never love you as much as you love us. please forgive us all, and bless everyone else with love we cannot give. thank you.

signing off,
another sinner you've created not to be

hey lady, you look so pretty
but you lack beauty

xmas has been long gone, but its only today that im free to get some really late xmas gifts for certain people. gifts that are timeless and gifts that would come in handy in the near future.

i don't like giving meaningless things. they just do not serve any purpose, even if the recipient likes it. but they're still meaningless. they hold no value.

terkey went down with me to people's park centre today, to wait for my customer (mr poon) who's returning to get the fx-9. and he chose to return today, when im off. in the end, decided i should go down to ppc for while, since its part of my responsibility. well, while we were there waiting, the male colleagues came to entertain us. terkey finds them lame, while i find them hilarious. that is why, 11hrs always pass so quickly and easily. unlike the long tragic 8hrs in imm. sucked to the max.

a very stupid thing happened!

mr poon: coming!
me: AH SHIT, HE'S COMING NOW! when im leaving now. ah nvm, you guys serve him for me.
(and i sent that msg to mr poon, instead of sending it to my colleague)

and shortly after that i banged myself (phone first) into the pole on the nel.

fly fly fly...

i almost got hooked up by 2 prostitutes (they were together) today.

reasons why:
1. i took the long path after exiting the level 2 toilet in people's park centre
2. i washed my hands, and the water was freezing
3. my hands were cold, so i tucked them into my jeans pocket (not my jeans actually, but my bro's)
4. i had to wear a LARGE panasonic black polo tee
5. with my hands in my pocket, i looked flat chested.
6. i looked happy walking past their corridor (:

people's park centre is a prostitute filled place. actually i feel rather rude for calling them prostitutes. is there a nicer calling phrase to call them? the word 'prostitute' sounds so so rude, alright then i shall call then china door standers. and yes literally, they stand by the door of their 'massage parlor/hair salon/i don't know what shit kind of shop' and seduce MEN.

so imagine with me, a whole corridor full of china door standers on level 3, and some occasional (okay maybe not very occasional) c.d.s on level 2. and you have to walk past them/walk through that corridor to get to the toilet.

how frightening is that?

the c.d.s on level 3 are FEIRCE! -ROARS, GROWLS, SEDUCE-

so here's my little conversation with the 2 friendly pretty c.d.s on level 2...

c.d.s: hey, ke yi wen ne yi ge wen ti mah?
(in english: hey, may i ask you a question?)

me: -takes a step closer to them-

me: wo she ge nu de.
(in english: i'm female)

c.d.s: oh! wo yi wei ne shi nan de! -LAUGHS! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!-
dui bu qi!
(in english: oh! i thgt you were a male!) *she means BOY actually.

me: -smiles widely- ITS ALRIGHT! -walks away to the tune of happy tree friends-

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

just yesterday and the day before (friday), the police raided the whole of people's park centre. i missed out on the drama on friday, cos i wasn't working on that day. it was the greatest drama ever. according to my colleague, katerine, the police raided the place, had the c.d.s handcuffed and mind you its A WHOLE DAMN LOT OF C.D.S, and even axed doors open, when those poor things refused to open the door to the shop. thinking that they'd be safe hiding in there. witnessed the walk of shame yesterday. and i really do pity them, actually, as they walked across the road show, to somewhere they were brought to.

it made me wonder, if they had been forced into the job, or if they had done it on their own free will, because they needed money for their family back in mainland, china. no doubt, its cheap literally, prices range frm $20-$40 for about 15-30mins per session, but i do pity them somehow.

this new colleague told me maybe i should befriend them, so i can do a documentary or interview with them easily next time, since i want to get into the school of film, media and sound in np. who knows i might need their help for a project or something.

WELL, we'll see. i'll probably go back up tmr, to ask her what she wanted to ask me. im curious myself.

prophesy to dry bones

this entry, is plainly just blogging for the sake of doing so.

alright, i've been busy at work, and will continue to be so til the end of the month. i like doing road shows. they're long hours, its tiring esp when the place is far away from where you leave, but at least, its fun. your colleagues make them better. and you get to play with the latest camera's and mp3's.

oh, this is boring.

on the first day of work, i've been questioned about my gender, by the male colleagues. and these are some of the questions...

"... are you butch?"

"... do girls like you?"

"... so are you lesbian?"

"... have you had any boyfriends?"

and yes, now that my hair is so short, and my ears are showing, i just had to so coveniently take up the image, of a butch. oh yes, and given the clothes i have to wear at the roadshow (not that my other clothes aren't guysish at all), a LARGE black panasonic polo tee with jeans, tell me i look like a girl?

one reason why i enjoy the company of these colleagues as well, they are young responsible adults. yes, im the youngest. the only 16 yr old. they've asked me a couple of times which course of education im going to take, after the o's results, and my ans was "to np's school of film, media and sound." actually to be honest, im only only interested in the sound part. and im wavering in my persuit after it.

i shouldn't be thinking too much about it, because it all lies in God's perfect plan.

"time will untie this knot", "not i".
(okay, those aren't the exact quote, but you get it)


"some of the wise will stumble, so that they may be refined, purified and made spotless until the time of the end, for it will still come at the appointed time."

Daniel 11:35