Have been rather busy for the past few weeks because i am working as a temp in cold storage while looking for a perm job related to my field of studies.. I saw a couple of old friends and teachers from my secondary and primary schools heh

People at the cold storage was rather nice to me and the environment there is rahter good only that the pay is rather pathetic.. hmm but it beats doing nothing at home and seeing money drifting away from my wallet.. Anyway I had a couple of interviews already, my first was weeks back and i think i did very badly for that one that's why i am still in cold storage lol.. i got my second on tuesday and i thought i did pretty well for that. At least, i spoke with a little bit more confidence than the previous one.. So I am just praying to get that job even though the chances of getting is rather slim.

Had dinner with Melissa(the Italian) and her boyfriend earlier in the evening, brought them to the clay pot rice stall at clementi hehe.. Really glad that they enjoyed the food there *phew* was so worried that i had nothing to talk to them and they don't like that food... haha everybody at the hawker was like looking at us as if meli and her bf were like aliens from Mars haha.. Whatever.. Had a good evening though.. hope to meet up with them more often for meals lol..

That's all For now

She
(charles aznavour and herbert kretzmer)

She
May be the face I can’t forgetA trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day.

She
May be the beauty or the beastMay be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell

She who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one’s allowed to see them when they cry
She may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I’ll remember till the day I die

She
May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I’m alive
The one I’ll care for through the rough and ready years
Me I’ll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I’ve got to be
The meaning of my life is

She, she, she

hehe that's the lyrics of the song She by Elvis Costello hehe.. I have finally found the song hehe after so many years of searching hehe.. so happy... It's a hard song to get because the title is very common and when you type that in a search engine BINGO! you got over a million Shes around haha... well I finally have something nice in an otherwise a terrible new year.. Now i am preparing to go to work..