In my life i always told myself to blog but what happened? well, victim of procrastination perhaps i was.

well here goes.

A day in the life. on saturday night i ditched attending an art auction. Im not gonna bid for anything but wanted to see how it was like. Instead I was at the floating platform enjoying the rhymes of classics in modern voices. It was a tribute concert for the Beatles and also a charity fundraiser. I was seated in the front 2 rows. It was at an invitation and why not rite?

Yesterday. I received an email about some profiles of some budding artists and i checked one out. This one I found rather interesting. The female shoes are lovely. http://rabbiteur.blogspot.com/search/label/shoes

All you need is love. I just finished running about in the house. I need to work out to complement the effects of nicotine. It makes me look older. But on the other hand, without cigarettes i have nothing. i was having a brief casual chat just now on the phone. The topic was about this girl I was supposed to watch a performance with. She was supposed to buy the tickets so i passed her $300. Well, she became untraceable. wtf. I lazy to chase i lazy to chase. I used to camouflage my brain with that ill confide with matchmaking. But the actual fact is it is up to me. Perhaps my disillusion at it shows my inability to find someone?

Can't buy me love. In my last entry I was talking about me giving a speech about matchmaking and that love does not exist. am hypocritical to say such a thing? The speech was to entertain and get good grades. full stop.

Hey jude. On friday night, i gave Miss Ong a phone call of congratulations. She is gonna be the company's Admin Mgr. Don't let me down. One of the job scope include being my PA. I soo haven't complete her detail job description. I feel so laidback. nananana nananana hey jude...

Help! my motivational varies like the stock market. unpredictable. I was joking with Misss Atq, the ex-girlfriend. won't it be better if i jump down a building or better still collapse while on stage for something. What will the header of the story be? "Poly Boy Social Activitst died without living his dream" okay. We all live in a yellow submarine. yellow submarine. yellow submarine.

Tomorrow never knows.

-p.s.- Incase u dint know the bold words are songs from the beatles.