Wednesday, July 25, 2007

ahem..

actually, it's Dr Tan now..
hahaha wth right? i mean like who needs another one of them right?
all we need are more talented designers to make
beautiful clothes for our credit cards to screech over
ok my lovelies, gonna pretend i'm a raunchy secretary pretending to care of diabetics.
*muaaa*
x Dr Dai

Monday, July 16, 2007

New Hair ... AGAIN!

So, this is how my new hair-do looks like....



Ok... This is how it actually looks like. hheheh


But I prefer the first. hehhehe

Love spam!

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

feel the love


sometimes life doesn't deal your cards the way you want them to
but it doesn't mean that it's the end
it just an opportunity for you to start something new
life doesn't deal a bad hand that often
i hope you make the most of it my love
x D

Monday, July 09, 2007

There is love in this world.

I got the sweetest phone call at work today.

When I was feeling down and pathetic, someone called to say:

"I heard work has been very stressful for you. And you're not happy.
It's ok, just 'tahan' for a little longer. And leave if you're unhappy.
If you can't find a job yet after that, it's alright. Take your time.
Just come back home."

Me: "Are you sure?"

"Yar, I don't want you to push yourself so hard. It makes me upset to know that you're upset.
Just come home. I've looked after you for 22 years. What's a few more months or years going to be?"

And that's when I know everything will be alright.
That all the worrying was unnecessary.



I love you daddy! And wish I could stay in your safe little nest forever.

Loving dad.
Spam

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

A lil update

Last Thursday, a friend commited suicide.
I didn't know him well, but I admired to him.
He was good at what he did, pushed himself to the limits.
Was a fantastic dancer, a magnificent singer and an all-round lovable guy.

Until today, when I read about him in the press, I still can't believe that he killed himself.
And I didn't go to his cremation because I was at work.

So, I quit my job today.
I wanted to be like him, to be able to push myself so far, and to prove myself and be seen as the fantastic all-rounder.
And today, I couldn't anymore.
And I realised that maybe, he couldn't either.

Life's too short for me to stick it out and be upset, just so I can prove to others I can do it.
I don't care what others think anymore.
And if I can't do it. I just can't.

So I said, I can't handle the job anymore, and I'm not happy here.

Rest in peace.
Love spam.