butterflies don't lie

You walk by and my heart beats

A thousand times at once it seems

And every time you look at me

I have to tell myself to breathe

With just a smile you capture me, and I start to melt

Emotions then take over me like I've never felt

I could tell my heart each time

It isn't love, you're just some guy

There's nothing there and what I feel

Is in my head, it isn't real

But I can't deny, can't even try

Cause I know inside, butterflies don't lie

note to cheekypau - just a nice song that i've listened to recently

*sniff *sniff *cough *cough

been a sickly weakling lately. i've went into office on wednesday, punched in, sat down, put on the cardigan and then *plonk ... was taking a nap. forced myself to wake up a few times to answer a few phone calls and complete a few task but then i just couldn't seem to concentrate. came to a point when my nails were turning blue for being cold but the aircond was not even switched on, vomited and ached till i can't even stand long. rushed like a speeding bullet to the doc and surprisingly i had a 39 degrees fever. gave me a bunch of med to take. again rushed like superman back home by 11am, took the med, changed and *plonk ... sleeping beauty princess.

managed to wake up 2x just to take my porridge dinner and med. the next day .... I'VE LOST MY FREAKING VOICE!! i couldn't even wake up until my boss called at 11am to find out if i am ok or not. the whole office were worried. i know i've gotten a few phone calls prior to that but i was too drowsy to even remember who and what. continued sleeping again from 12pm till 4pm.

went and see the doc in the evening and he laughed at me. claimed that the med was too strong. no wonder ive lost my voice, too painful to even swallow my saliva, too painful to cough, too painful to talk or make a sound and i am always in a sleeping mode. came back and slept again from 7pm-morning.

anyway, this aint a laughing matter. i don't like to be sick. the agony of driving to the doc at a sickly condition, the agony of wanting warm home cooked food ready to be taken care of cos i seem to be taking 1 meal a day (dinner only), the agony of wanting some attention or someone to check on you all the time. yup ... a time that makes an independant person into a damsel in distress.

kisser

You're a Freaky Kisser

When you kiss, you want to experience something new A new technique, a new partner, a new piercing... And your own personal kissing style is very unpredictable There's no saying where your tongue or hands will go cheekypau

i want to be a millionaire

one of those days having a need to perk myself up with an amazing day dream at work.

from a need to earn a bit of extra cash to the idea of making megabucks. for me, my world seems to be abit unfair since i am one of those "one in a thousand" hardworking dedicated donkey employee. someone just slap me with a carrot at my face. no use to express my dissatisfaction of resentment but i have my own reasoning for now. (*wink* plz understand)

looking at the bright side, a positive day dream may become a reality. how to obtain a too good to be true amazing salary besides quiting / finding another job? what do you reckon to boast myself up with ideas of multiplying my money?

• a drastic measure of marrying an extremely rich bloke. maybe an old fart or a young inheritance lovey dovey fool. yucks.
• whack my savings into the stockmarket investment. hmmm but then i would have to be nosey at the financial website and papers everyday.
• swap my mortgage lender. it's a terrible hassle but may improve my current interest rate.
• robbing a bank.
• be a gambling queen at genting highlands or maybe buy the lottery weekly. our jackpot sux compared to uk.
• involve in a rich scheme. swindle all of the ppl out there :p

note to cheekypau : *snap* *snap* wakey wakey time

virgo gal happy gal

happy birthday to me happy birthday to me happy birthday to cheekypau super duper happy birthday gal to me!!

bday = smelly feet

today is my daddy's bday .... hugz hugz hugz .... wish could be there to celebrate. anyway, gave money to my bros to bring my dad out for a nice dinner on my behalf :p~~~~~

sms #1 from dad : very kind of you, we will enjoy it, thank you.

sms #2 from mum : wah! belanja dad arr ... sweet of u to dad n he is v happy

sms #3 from bro : went to supertanker. dad wanted to eat there. settled and everything ok.

sms #4 from mum : rmbr chinese style must wash feet b4 sleep or at home 2 keep off bad spirit n smelly feet. take ur bad trouble n curse away.

note to cheekypau - how does a birthday in the end relate to the washing of a feet? i am a really confused child. hmmmm ... my mum's sms skill ...