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Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Home
The weather is eccentric, one moment hot, one moment wet. Worse than before. Umbrella is a must.
Customer service is thumbs down. It’s a fast and rush, rush affair to get hold of your money. No wonder it’s so fast and it’s an affair!
Crowded as ever. Correction. More crowded. There’s no standing space.
We used to walk not march. Now we look like machines in storybooks which illustrate the bizarre tale of how machines take over the world one day.
Busy-bee is second nature. Things are done at light speed to make it in time for deadlines, meetings and targets. Never mind the end result as long it's decent. Otherwise, you are just not up to it.
People are cold and unfeeling. They don’t see you. They try to go over or walk through you. All they care is themselves.
Money is never enough. All people want is more and more and up and up. When is enough ever enough?
How can I ever not fit in after living here almost all my life? Maybe it’s a change in perception and ideals.
Oh yes, singlish is still spoken here. The only constant.
Blah.
Labels: Life in General
PROFILE ♥
Cynthia
Life is beautiful,
Dance like no one is watching,
Love like you will never get hurt,
Love like you will never get hurt,
Sing like no one is listening,
Live like it is heaven on earth,
Enjoy this day.
♥
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Home
The weather is eccentric, one moment hot, one moment wet. Worse than before. Umbrella is a must.
Customer service is thumbs down. It’s a fast and rush, rush affair to get hold of your money. No wonder it’s so fast and it’s an affair!
Crowded as ever. Correction. More crowded. There’s no standing space.
We used to walk not march. Now we look like machines in storybooks which illustrate the bizarre tale of how machines take over the world one day.
Busy-bee is second nature. Things are done at light speed to make it in time for deadlines, meetings and targets. Never mind the end result as long it's decent. Otherwise, you are just not up to it.
People are cold and unfeeling. They don’t see you. They try to go over or walk through you. All they care is themselves.
Money is never enough. All people want is more and more and up and up. When is enough ever enough?
How can I ever not fit in after living here almost all my life? Maybe it’s a change in perception and ideals.
Oh yes, singlish is still spoken here. The only constant.
Blah.
Labels: Life in General
