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herhiddenthoughts
Mood: Excited. Quotes: “Like a rainbow fading in the twinkling of an eye, gone too soon.”
you are never forgotten.
Monday, March 26, 2007, 11:41 AM
i'm in the office now, trying my best to finish up whatever i could.

i don't want to continue working anymore. i'm sick of this working life.

  • i hate to wake up early in the morning.
  • i hate that i have to try so hard to be on time.
  • i hate to wait for the train and to go through the long journey to work everyday.
  • i hate squeezing in the train with all those working adults.
  • i hate the way the aircon in the office makes me cold and my eyes dry.
  • i hate the way the ang mo boss spies on me.
  • i hate sleeping in the toilet during free time.
  • i hate the boring paper work.
  • i hate the way everyone gossips and backstabs one another.

now, i understand why studying is so much better than working life. i wanna study for as long as i can.

HAI!

you send me a sms in the wee hours of the morning. somehow, i'm puzzled by what you are trying to tell me. are you trying to update me about your life or trying to keep in contact with me? or are you asking me to help you pass a message?

every now and then, i am still reminded of you. somehow, the memories of you just never fades away.

the occasional songs that is being played on my mp3 can just make you come alive in my life.

i can't forget you. up to this very second, i still can't.

i just want you to be blessed and to be happy. nothing else matters.

take care.

dolphine, belief, piggybacks, crystal ball




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