Saturday, January 14, 2012
what do you see down the road of your life
driving past memories and parodies
signalling SOS to any passer-by
but nobody just feels the way you do
no one understands what you need
none can comprehend how you feel.

something about you, i can't quite figure out. everything she does is beautiful, everything she does.. is gold.
i love nights like this when i can just lay back, relax and waste time away because i know i don't have to wake early the next day
update on my life, there's this new guy at work who told me to not tell anyone that im a supervisor of my office.
the scene:
he was looking through a pile of mess my colleague, who is another supervisor, left behind.
just coincidentally i had to sit right opposite him at my desk to wear my boots. he asked me if i knew what all these were.
i told him it was the paperwork that my colleague left behind. i was not sure of what he needs it for or why it was all over the table.
then he told me: "er.. you don't tell anyone that you are a supervisor ok ?"
in a slow and steady tone as if so that the words had just enough time to sink into my brain.
then he added the all-dreaded 'just joking lah.'
but as a frequent use of those 3 words, i know that he does not mean it when he said it. might as well just said it and not add anything extra to cover up your insult.
i like it raw
give me all you got.
im ready.
but not too much. i have a limit til i start smashing faces inside out. thanks.
anyway, i've been surprisingly invited to a secondary school friend's 22nd birthday. it is quite exciting, but i have not met them for... years !!
oh man... i still can remember all those crazy times long ago.
how old am i ? centuries old...
anyway, im attempting to re-create this:

its a really cool piece of art 'geisha' by Nar Amarth.
of course, i have not enough creativity to just draw a potrait of a geisha off the top of my mind. its just unthinkable.
i've just completed the work a few minutes ago... waiting til bro koko crunch lets me use his scanner to scan it in.
cross my fingers that he will help me.
cross fingers and intestines.
SO, by the way, i have learnt a new lesson this week. the model idea of a supervisor is one who can make other people do their work while they 'ba long long' shake their legs under the table, read newspaper and drink coffee at their own discretion.
as explained by my superior because he saw me walking all over the place
of course because i was doing my job.
might as well just upgrade a few of the men to supervisors to take over my job.
but its ok. i can understand that they do not do what i do or walk in my shoes so they don't have a clear picture of my job.
then what are they my superiors for ?
aron-the-questioning-the-higher-power signing out
12:01 AM