Tuesday, December 24, 2002
How could we resist it,a life like this?
dramatized and twisted with every kiss
and in the far-off distance our fading memory
the simple co-existence of you and me
just looking at you
you're out of control
you're always talking
that look on your face
you're out of your mind
you're always talking
you lie through your teeth
you scratch underneath
you're all but empty
just looking at you
you're out of control
you're always talking
don't rely on his reflection it'll come undone
the hurt of his rejection won't be the only one
thank you for showing me who you are
when all that we have left now is wounds and scars
just looking at you
you're out of control
you're always talking
that look on your face
you're out of your mind
you're always talking
you lie through your teeth
you scratch underneath
you're all but empty
just looking at you
you're out of control
you're always talking
Kosheen - Resist.
It's Christmas Eve and I'm on standby at work with Ah Sun pulling shift. He's currently having nasi kandar with 4 boiled eggs.Without the yolk. Like wtf. Gift exchange is later, and the budget was set at rm20 per head. Being the alcoholic I used to be, I went ahead and got a bottle of table wine. Clarence decided to get a BIG ASS CAN of popcorn. Like I hope I don't get that later. Christmas shopping was interesting with the original plan actually having us to do Jackass-like stunts around Gurney Plaza. Sadly our resident Jackass Swedish Ikea Elf Adren decided to ppk us for Char Kueh Teow Girl.So there goes the plan about having Adren bodyslam the Gurney Plaza pillars dressed in a pink bra and matching leotards. And a crash helmet. We even brought the DVcam along. At least we did have The Swiss Repair Gnome, Jerry, around to bring the christmas cheer along. And if Eric actually gets rm20 worth of watermelons, he's gonna have a VERY bad case of hemmarroids tomorrow.
I also spotted her while I was lugging 3 crates of beer into the trolley. She's looking a lil different; older, and more haggard. I presume that she didn't see me, or that she chose to ignore me. Ah well. Clare says that it's prolly cos she's a working woman now, hence the extra wrinkles. The stress can't be that bad can it? :) And no, surprisingly I don't feel like crap. omg, have I grown up??? Or rather, have I actually matured???
Work this week is a killer, and it looks like I have to scrap my trip down to KL this weekend for Nora's wedding.. and Timo Maas. Dammit. The year is ending, and things with me have been changing after all. I don't think I'm the sex deprived lame ass wanker I was at the beginning of the year anymore. :) I guess the only way is up now. And Projekt:Home awaits us in 2003. Provided the nation doesn't go to war with Australia or anything just as lame.
