For a glimpse of my life,click on lyrics above that says
Nobody
Need
Me

Working at a Sony road-show at IMM now, need the cash so I have little choice. Earning 6.50 per hour, if I work OT then I get more. The pay sounds okay if I go OT, but that means u must stand like 12 hours odd per day. My leg is giving way, feeling like its going to break after work everyday, even now while I am typing away, my legs hurt like mad.

Imagine all the pain for a mere 6.50 per hour. I am worth a measly 10 cents per minute. How much cheaper can I get? I am next to worthless. If someone stops me and say he want to chat, but I say I got work. He pauses and takes out a ten dollar note and says 'I just want an hour of your time'. Yeah, I am worth that cheap. In fact, I am over paid my due if that happen. A god damn 10 cent per minute is my worth. TEN CENTS.

Thankfully no matter who you are, without exception, death is inevitable. Only before death, everyone is equal. How many people will spend millions to have another minute. But I am just worth a pussy ten cents. Just a pathetic ten cents...

Who is the man I see
Where I’m supposed to be?
I lost my heart, I buried it too deep
Under the iron sea

Oh, crystal ball, crystal ball
Save us all, tell me life is beautiful
Mirror, mirror on the wall

Lines ever more unclear
I’m not sure I’m even here
The more I look the more I think that
I’m starting to disappear

Oh, crystal ball, crystal ball
Save us all, tell me life is beautiful
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Oh, crystal ball, hear my song
I’m fading out, everything I know is wrong
So put me where I belong

I don’t where I am
And I don’t really care
I look myself in eye
There’s no one there
I fall upon the earth
I call upon the air
But all I get is the same old vacant stare

Oh, crystal ball, crystal ball
Save us all, tell me life is beautiful
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Oh, crystal ball, hear my song
I’m fading out, everything I know is wrong
So put me where I belong

Crystal ball - Keane

This song together with 'Somewhere only we know' by Keane are playing over n over on my playlist recently.

Oh, crystal ball, crystal ball
Save my soul, tell me life is beautiful

Is my house a god damn chalet or hotel? Does it look like one? Should I start charging people for a stay? Like a dad who I almost forgotten how he looks, or the mom who cannot stay at home for more than an hour, or the sister who is sick of home, or even the occasional fucker that pop by in my sister room?

Is this still the place I know?
Is this the place I belong?
Is this place I used to love?
Is this the place I have been dreaming of?
Where has everyone gone?
Why am I constantly alone?
Maybe I should go.
I do not know where to go, but I cannot bear to stay.
What is there left to say?
I have lost my way.
I am going insane. I just feel so cold and tired.
I need something to rely on.

After a 4 days working stint at the Asia Oceania Geosciences Society conference, I am out of job again. Apparently, participants paid $750 to attend the conference. Personally I will not pay even 75cents for a chance to attend it. I can do much more enriching and meaningful things with that $750.

Not only have the topics sound alien to me, the words out of some speaker's mouth sounded Martian too. Some speakers are worst off; they spend more time trying to make themselves heard. Others are merely reading off the slides. I am certain that participants of the conference are more than capable to read off the slides themselves, the speakers do not need to be reading machines. I suggest the speakers to attend some effective communication lessons before they bore some of the audience to death.

Which brings me to the topic whether all those unusual posts I write before were actually understood? I wonder, I seriously wonder...

After a hectic week of chalet and the senior camp, I am finally back at home. Few days ago I get older officially by another year.

Imagine on your birthday, you got a message 'Happy birthday. There is nothing I can do but this sms.' How will you feel? How will you feel if that is from your mum whom you have not seen for months?
I can't help but pity myself.


22 cuts on the fallen oat tree,
all the way back to the summer of eighty-four.
Back then all was happy and carefree,
too bad it had to come to such a downfall.
i could blow out the candles and ask for a better tomorrow,
but all i could muster was to pray for less sorrow.

Thanks for remembering my birthday and for all your well wishes.

We need air to stay alive, but i am gasping for it.
I am sinking fast, who will be my noah's ark?
In the dark realm, i try to look up but see only pitch black.
Why isn't there any light? Where is the sacred fire of Prometheus?
Or have i gone blind? Maybe that is why i can't see the world.
I reach out wanting to grasp a glimmer of hope but i was wrong.
Pandora didn't open the box the second time.
She is but a woman after all.



Who means the world to you?
Do you know or am i just speaking greek?

Name: Brandon

A broken bottle of liqueur,
Empty and stale without a single ripple.
Brewed in the forgotten year of 1984,
A spirit that none will tip to pour.
Lock up in a cold cellar of no summer or fall,
Maybe it has no right to ask for any more.
Will you buy it and bring it out to thaw,
Give it some warm or amore

/S boy
Weiling


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