I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.

Been donkey yonks since I listened to the radio. Thus, my knowledge of the latest English songs is limited to the familiar tunes that I hear in shops when I'm out shopping. This isn't really a fantastic way of getting myself acquainted with English songs. But I guess it'll make do.

So the other day, I was bored at work and thus whipped out my trusty little iriver and started fiddling with it and tuned into the once very well-loved (by me it was once la) radio station. And I heard this song that had me spacing out for quite a few moments.




I must say I absolutely dig good vocals. Or rather, girls with good vocals.
A deep sultry and soulful voice is enough to have me spacing out for a few moments. Ok, so maybe not just good deep sounding vocals, a simple passing thought of Jay Chou is enough to have me dreaming almost half my day away. (But that's not the point)

I would have pasted the lyrics here as well, but I was afraid you guys might get too lazy and not listen to the song itself. So search for it yourself yaa? But you've really got to put in the effort to listen to this entire song.

I was so stressed yesterday, I blew $XXX on a wallet. (I think mum reads this blog)
I'd rather she ask me and then kill me, then to kill me when I'm asleep.
(I hate surprise attacks)
And there might also be a slight chance she won't be asking me about it.
(ya right)
Actually, theoretically speaking I did not blow that money la. Someone else paid for me.
Just that I cannot think which sounds better.
a) I blew the money because I choose to want it or;
b) Someone else blew the money on something that I choose to want.

Even I am lost, so don't pretend you catch my drift.

I sure miss blogging shitloads of ... crap on weekdays.
But by the time I get home I just want to read a good book watch some brainless programs on tv and then sleep. (TV's optional though)

Since every month I buy a book to read. (Actually it's as and when I start feeling stupid)
I think I shall do a monthly review of the book that I bought. Although I've gotten my book, I can't do a review yet because I've decided to take things slow and not finish my book in a day or two. My detractors are getting annoying about how I waste money on books because the entertainment value for me is quite little, since I am only entertained for a day or two. After which I start getting bored and eat tissue paper for entertainment (I am obviously kidding ok).
Let me once again repeat, what I get out of reading is not how it's going to help me waste my time away. (ok, not really) But the feeling I get after reading each book. The reflections, thoughts, imaginations etc. So I reckon I get the same out of reading a book in a day or two and reading a book in a month.

Anyhow, I am learning to put the book down and do other silly stuff (not eating tissue paper), and blog instead. Or read silly blogs for that matter.
And I am learning to do so to save money to better prioritise my time.

The book I will be reviewing shortly is The Zahir - Paulo Cehlo.
I took eons to finish The Alchemist, because it wasn't captivating to me. But when I finished it, I thought it was a good read. So I was a tad skeptical when I picked up The Zahir. I am fond of reading all the books of one author before moving on to the next, so since I grew sick of James Patterson (for the moment) I thought I should look back to Paulo Cehlo (I think I got the name spelt wrong).
When I picked up The Zahir, and read just the 1st chapter at Kino. I just knew I had to get it.
I haven't finish the book yet (and this is irritating me), but I am going to go out on this Sunny (argh) Saturday and soak myself in the weekend bliss instead of cooping up with a good read.

Will be back if the book is good enough to warrant a review.

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If you're ever looking for someone with split personalities, I am the one.
(Though I wonder why you should even be looking for people with split personalities).
Anyhow, I think I suffer from bipolar disorder.
Seriously.
I've worked in 3 different companies thus far, and every one of my ex colleague thinks I am quiet. Tell that to the rest of my friends, and I think they'd laugh their heads off. Because I am one of those zi high type.
I can happily talk to myself and laugh at my own jokes almost all the time. The times when I am not, I am probably having a mood swing.

This is bothering me a slight bit.
Because when I take a step back from myself (this sounds a bit freakish) I see 2 different sides of me. Which is depressing.
How to merge the 2 together?
Even my manager says I am shy and quiet lor.
Well, actually when it comes to strangers I am shy and quiet (without the influence of alcohol).
You can't be expecting me to down a bottle of hoe every morning before I go work right?
Hmmm.. actually this sounds like a not too bad idea.
Hah.

My whole body is itching, and that was triggered by the word "Cambodia" on my taggie.
I am frustrated to the core for not taking a break since the beginning of the year till now.
Nobody talks to me about travelling. NOBODY can?
Don't tell me all the fun you've all had on your overseas trip to (insert country), I will so roast you all alive and feed you to the African kids. (Did I just say AFRICA?)
ARgh.

Maybe I should just beg my boss to let me off one day this month so I can go somewhere.
Boo.
I am not frustrated.
Not yet. I am only biting my fingers off. Haven't yet reach my arms.

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This blog is boring.