Monday, March 31, 2008
bittersweet 7:23 AM

The bitter : Being scolded by your superior, knowing that you did your best in what you do but the results did not show. I did wanted to give up but the truth is i really enjoy working there. Yes, i agree that some people can crawl and stand and walk and run on their own, but i guess i'm not part of the some people. I'm so lost without somebody beside me, i guess i felt this way during day 3. I dont know how i should vent out my anger seriously. OBJECTIONS!

The sweet: Having thankful customers who appreciate you. Knowing that your colleagues are there for you and that they understand your situation. Thank you guys for hearing me out. Having Ruth, Serene and Shahul with me, i'm like having the best of both world (best of the 3 dimensions?).

Enjoying uni now. Awesome friends, minus the teasing please (especially to J and GM).

Heard of Ken Lee (Can't live) on youtube? It's hilarious.

But the sweetest of all is still my Rum and Raisins Haagen dazs ice cream and Sara Lee Sultana pound cake. yums

There are really alot of people i miss now. I wish i have more time.

Dolibu dilbu douchooooooo
Friday, March 28, 2008
phenomenal woman 1:14 AM

Was flipping through my old diary and i chance upon this poem by Maya Angelou.

PHENOMENAL WOMAN
by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion size
But when I start to tell them
They think I'm telling lies.
I say
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips
The stride of my steps
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please
And to a man
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees
Then they swarm around me
A hive of honey bees.
I say
It's the fire in my eyes
And the flash of my teeth
The swing of my waist
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say
It's in the arch of my back
The sun of my smile
The ride of my breasts
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say
It's in the click of my heels
The bend of my hair
The palm of my hand
The need for my care.
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.

Okay, it's a feminist poem.
love it anyway.

This poem is ending
But my story's undying
Looked at myself in the mirror
wrinkles at the corner
i say
It's the warmth of my embrace,
The lust in my speech
The flush on my skin
The trait of my mother
'Cause i'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me

i want to say i wrote the last part but i'm kinda embarrass to say
(okay, think i pretty much got my point across)
tracytan
It's in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, The need of my care, 'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.


Dr Maya Angelou



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