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a rustic analysis*
bo leh*
buat donno*
jakun & boon cit - a love story. not.*
jingling nona*
many happy returns of the day, u sexy u*
love misunderstood*
no willy*
perfect man*
save me from this misery*
tan ah yam, i'm sorry*

an interview with joe blogs*
woo! a review!*

halong bay - you jump, i save you*
hanoi on my mind*
hanoi - in search of the pain-in-the-arse ice cream and other stories in between*
sungai petani, my hometown* [pt 1]
leave my country* [pt 1]
leave my country* [pt 2]
ozcapade* [pt 1]
ozcapade* [pt 2]
ozcapade* [pt 3a]
ozcapade* [pt 3b]
moomoo vista* [pt 1]
moomoo vista* [pt 2]
moomoo vista* [pt 3]
ah moy in paris* [pt 1]

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i am tired* 

Yep, that's how I have been feeling for the past week. What's even more scary is it's not just physical.

It's really not good to be feeling like this. I know. Therefore, I am holding tight to the verse below...

Isaiah 40:28
Do you not know? Have you not heard? The LORD is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom.

Sometimes I wish life is as easy as advertisements. So simple. Solutions are always within reach.

Waking up feeling down? Brush your teeth with the new cooling toothpaste. Before you know it, you're snow skiing down some French Alps in high ecstacy. This is when I wish I'll meet the Von Trapp family and sing my heart out.

Work and annoying colleagues testing your patience? Have some traditionally baked wholemeal cracker...you won't get cracked up anymore!

Life getting you down? Feed on some twisted junk food and untangle all your troubles away. And some fantasies may just come true too. Maybe Sarah Marbeck was having that while watching MU on TV. Maybe her brain became so twisted she could not differentiate reality vs fantasy. Anyway, who am I to judge? I am not the one laughing all the way to the bank. Sigh.

Or was she eating this choc-coated biscuit which could arouse you to the point of orgasmic esctacy. But hey, that was for a tennis game lah. Duhh me.

Or maybe I can perk myself up if I start talking in high-pitch voice like in some radio commercials! Sometime I wonder whether their pants were too tight during recording!

"Feeling crap? Hey, let's kill ourselves with retail therapy with Bank XYZ credit card. Just spend RM120 or more in a single receipt and you will stand a chance to win a trip to Kathmandu. Yay, what are we waiting for? Let's apply for the card NOW!"

Lastly on a serious note. I think I am just jaded. Burn out, actually. Definitely. I will end by paraphrasing a piece of advise from a verbose genius. "Better to burn out than to fade away".

How true. But right now, am just gonna feed my face with some junk food.

April 19, 2004 // anjali* pranced on tip-toes all over the keyboard at 11:19 pm