Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself
And covered with a perfect shell
Such a charming, beautiful exterior
Laced with brilliant smiles and shining eyes
Perfect posture, but you're barely scraping by
But you're barely scraping by
This is one time, this is one time
That you can't fake it hard enough to please everyone
Or anyone at all...or anyone at all
And the grave that you refuse to leave
The refuge that you've built to flee
The places that you've come to fear the most
It's the place that you have come to fear the most.
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Just another tiring day of workin~ Took a 'air -con' 156 to j8 today but i felt like i'm in the oven for the whole journey! Whats worst, its the new music bus but i felt soo kinda uncomfortable inside =/
Had a semi busy noon and till like near 3pm and suddenly theres a few loud conversation between 2 customer at the cashier, then it got worst, they start pickling and swearing to each other, and 1 even called the police and the whole shop was like turning their eyes on them-.- one even called the police but both were already gone by the time the police officer reached. it all happened becuz one of the customer cut the other's queue. kinda childish though =P
Stand the whole day and finally back home=D Awww~ gonna work tml again =/
