Friday, June 27, 2003

I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
I'm just out to find
The better part of me

I'm more than a bird...I'm more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
It's not easy to be me

Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I'll never see

It may sound absurd...but don't be naive
Even Heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed...but won't you concede
Even Heroes have the right to dream
It's not easy to be me

Up, up and away...away from me
It's all right...You can all sleep sound tonight
I'm not crazy...or anything...

I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
Men weren't meant to ride
With clouds between their knees

I'm only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me

It's not easy to be me.

Five for Fighting - Superman.


I'm tired as usual. Been averaging 4 hrs of sleep per day for the past 2 weeks. Today has been especially hectic, since I had to wake up at 7.30am to drop her off at the bus stop cos she decided to go home to KL for the weekend. Got home to discuss things with my mom, and finally only managed to sleep again at 10.30am; and then Nora called. Seemed that she was in town with time to kill so I ended up taking her to meet Edwin for lunch. Friday traffic in town can really kill one's mood and appetite mind you. :P It was good to see her again, though she still doesn't understand why Ed and me can't seem to get ourselves women. It also took us some time to explain that Penang women were just not into good hearts ( pun unintended ). And that is why Ed and me would be making more roadtrips to KL soon. (YA RIGHT)

Managed to get back at 3pm and tried to get a quick nap when Ah Boy called up. "Rom drop me off at Komtar? I got a bus to catch." "Sure what time?" "Erm 4 o'clock." And it was 3.40pm at that time. Boy did make it in time for his bus, and I managed to freak out quite a few bikes with the Tiara of Doom. Surprisingly, I have yet to collapse, though I still have to settle NcT II after I close up this place. Kenneth had the blurest look on his face when I checked up on him at NcT II earlier. 80% capacity of a 100 pc cafe would do that to even the strongest of us. Tsk tsk tsk.

What's the worse thing a woman can say to a guy? I'm thinking that " You're just a friend." takes the cake of all cakes, though "I'm pregnant and I think it might be yours" comes close. What do you people out there think?

Dammit. I'm starting to be a scatterbrain again. I guess if there's any time I can catch up with my rest it would be tonight. Because thoughts like shutting down my blog have been running through my head recently. All the things you said running through my head... woah Tatu is hot. Ok. I really need to be wanking today. Been too busy to even entertain myself there. Sigh. I sound lost don't I. Prolly cos I am.


Monday, June 23, 2003

Utterly Monday.

I've been here at Netcity I since 2pm today, with my stomach burning up like an americunt on the 4th of July. Or something. Excuse me if I can't seem to compose my thoughts. Beer at 11.30pm when your last meal was at 12pm is definitely not that good an idea. My body is burning because of my mom's great idea for getting the "Fatburners" salve, which I didn't realise would literally burn fat. Now I know the pain people go through at Marie Claire. Ow. Today also revealed one burned processor over here at Nets I as well as a small electrical fire going on in the walls. Now why didn't the fukkin circuit breakers kick in? Even now, I can still smell burnt plastic, and the fear of the wall behind me going vap0r is very very real. Let's hope the wireman gets in tomorrow to find the place still standing. :P

Interviewed another potential employee, and found out that she's been stalking me all this while. Like woah. I never knew I actually had pimp factor in the first place. I also notice that when it rains it pours. I guess the Big Guy Up There just loves throwing me into dilemmas. Whee. I'm a little too exausted to focus right now, and I also realise I am hunger. Yes, that was delibarate. Someone feed me please. Hmm. That didn't sound quite right did it.

At least I didn't have to go down to Nets II today. The travelling has really been eating into my budget. Among other things. Saturday's session of get Sober drunk somehow diverted into a "Get Sarah drunk" and also a "Get Ber Drunk" among other things. I guess that's what happens when you leave Ze Prezident for 1/2 hour to check on things. 5 screwdrivers in 5 minutes didn't seem like a good idea when driving straight into a roadblock. Neither was the return trip driving into the same roadblock again. Lucky I don't look all that chinky. Whoops. The whole gang just walked back in. I think I'll go play some WCIII to keep me awake.


Sunday, June 22, 2003


You tell me i can't slow down, you tell me where i've gotta be
i speed into the darkness, but i swear that i can't see a thing in front of me
you know it's true, I'm not driving anymore
i can't keep up with you
you're closing in behind me, i've got headlights in my eyes, don't you get too close to me
can't you see that we'll collide, and end up casualties
there's just no room, i'm not driving anymore
i can't keep up with you, so leave me on my own

brought me down and race away, from me
i've got nowhere to go to, i don't think i can get back on my feet, back on my feet
tt came right out of nowhere - eyes wide and terrified
and i can't put my brakes on, i can't swerve to save your life
cause then i'll lose control, and i can't choose, i'm not driving anymore
i can't keep up with you, so leave me on my own

brought me down and race away from me, i've got nowhere to go to
i don't think i can get back on my feet, back on my feet
get me out of harmsway, can't you see i'm paralyzed
i wanna fade out gracefully, but you keep keeping me alive
to face another day, can't you see i'm through
i'm not driving anymore, i can't keep up with you, can't keep away

tell me how long have i got, i wanna end this earthly toil
till this diet life expires, i wanna go swimming in the soil
and not come up for breath, sit in god's room
i'm not driving anymore, i can't keep up with you

unfit for consumption, i don't know how to play my part
i swear i'm alone in this thing, i'm a blind man driving my car
into oblivion, let it come soon, i'm not driving anymore
i can't keep up with you

Rob Dougan - I'm Not Driving Anymore.

But neither am I gonna walk either. Get the instrumental version for the ultimate krash.

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