Perhaps tomorrow, I’ll be driving around in an expensive imported car,
But today I’m being driven around in a local car,
Perhaps tomorrow, I’ll be seeing wonders of the world,
But today I’m seeing wonders of Penang,
Perhaps tomorrow, I’ll inherit millions of dollars,
But today I’m making a living all by myself,
Perhaps tomorrow, I’ll be able to wash the dishes, clean the table,
But today I've got him to do the honor,
Perhaps tomorrow, I’ll be spoilt with designer goods,
But today I’ve decent clothing to put on everyday,
Perhaps tomorrow, we’ll be skipping round Disneyland Florida,
But today we’ll skips around Disneyland Hong Kong,
Perhaps tomorrow, we’ll be cuddling inside while it snows outside,
But today we’ll just cuddle while the air con is blasting,
Perhaps tomorrow, we’ll quarrel less and appreciate each other more,
But today we’ll just laughed ourselves silly over what we’ve quarrel about.
Yesterday is History.Tomorrow is a Mystery, and Today is a gift.
That's why we call it the Present.
Life is not a race, but a journey to be savored each step of the way.
Friday, May 16, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
Self reflect, I should.
Honestly, do I really have the I-am-a-bitch-full-stop look?
I am pretty sure it is not the way I looked because some people actually commented that I look sweet. Okie. Choke all you want Lil Boy.
Now that I even quit smoking, I am pretty sure I don’t look like a bitch. Don’t get me wrong. I do not associate smoking with bitches. Just that I realized lots of people does. They stereotyped smokers, especially girl smokers.
So, it must be the way I talked. It is my sarcasms? Or is it my thunder-loud voice? Or the way I say it? Or how I snapped at others?
At times, I am simply being cheeky. At times, I can’t help sounding louder than I am supposed to. At time, I am having a bad mood. At times, I am simply being frank. Sigh.
I’m not a bitch. I am difficult I admit. But I am not a bitch.
Self reflect, I should.
I am pretty sure it is not the way I looked because some people actually commented that I look sweet. Okie. Choke all you want Lil Boy.
Now that I even quit smoking, I am pretty sure I don’t look like a bitch. Don’t get me wrong. I do not associate smoking with bitches. Just that I realized lots of people does. They stereotyped smokers, especially girl smokers.
So, it must be the way I talked. It is my sarcasms? Or is it my thunder-loud voice? Or the way I say it? Or how I snapped at others?
At times, I am simply being cheeky. At times, I can’t help sounding louder than I am supposed to. At time, I am having a bad mood. At times, I am simply being frank. Sigh.
I’m not a bitch. I am difficult I admit. But I am not a bitch.
Self reflect, I should.
Friday, May 9, 2008
Those Three Words
Me: Eh.. US dollars drop ah?
Him: Err.. I don’t know.
Me: Well, go find out.
Him: …
Typical.
How often do you use those three words - “I don’t know”?
Is it because we really do not know the answer to the question or it is simply because we are too lazy to be bothered. Well, I don’t know :)
Him: Err.. I don’t know.
Me: Well, go find out.
Him: …
Typical.
How often do you use those three words - “I don’t know”?
Is it because we really do not know the answer to the question or it is simply because we are too lazy to be bothered. Well, I don’t know :)
Thursday, May 8, 2008
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