For every beginning there is an end.

The Beginning of the End of the Beginning


In my place, in my place,

were lines that I couldn't change,

I was lost, oh yeah.



and I was lost, I was lost,

Crossed lines I shouldn't have crossed,

I was lost, oh yeah.



Yeah, how long must she wait for it?

Yeah, how long must she pay for it?

Yeah, how long must she wait for it?

Oh for it



I was scared, I was scared,

tired and under prepared,

but I´ll wait for it.



And if you go, if you go,

and leave me down here on my own,

then I'll wait for you, yeah.



Yeah, how long must she wait for it?

Yeah, how long must she pay for it?

Yeah, how long must she wait for it?

Oh for it, yeah



Sing it please, please, please,

come back and sing to me,

to me, me.


Come on and sing it out, now, now.

Come on and sing it out, to me, me

come back and sing.



In my place, in my place,

were lines that I couldn't change,

I was lost, oh yeah.

Oh yeah.



Coldplay - In My Place.

Bright is the day as I keep looping 3 versions of Candy Lo's "Oh God Break Up" ( or as Danny puts it, "Fuck off and Die") on the mp3 player. There's even one version where she duets with LeeHom. Goddamn. Thaipusam has come and gone and the roads are once again clear of debris and Rangolians. It's amazing how fast the billboards switch to "Selamat Tahun Baru Cina". Almost as fast as they put in the fucking traffic lights to replace the roundabout which was quite the Farlim landmark. And it's 2 weeks till CNY. Whoopee.

Anyway I guess I'm back to blogging, after my rather *ahem* long hiatus. I feel not the need to justify my absence nor do I feel like elaborating much anyway. It's a new year, and my start to it blogwise is still better late than never. And no I don't have any resolutions. And Projekt:Home is still in the frame, even though I seem to be getting nicer opportunities everyday. Mayhaps I return to my freelancing days, the Jack of all Trades, and make a little fortune from the souls of the blue collared. Ok maybe not.

Not to self, get a life. Amazing how I can maintain Netcity.com yet am not even able to keep my room in order, let alone my apartment. So here goes the sales pitch. Hi. Any hot chicks out there wanna move in with me? Must be able to tolerate good music, untidiness, high sex drive, and workaholic tendencies. Must be able to wash clothes, clean, dust, and have natural orgasms at least 8 times a day. (Cooking not required). Please note that offer above is only for females. Interested applicants can drop me an email. ;)

And with that I have officially wh0red myself. :P . GG 2003.