An Apology

 On 6th January 2009, I wrote an entry titled ‘Counter Strike’ into my blog. Inside this entry, I mentioned Ms Fazylah Bte Abdul Rahman as a source. I acknowledge my mistake in having misheard the communicated content from the above mentioned person and was also under the impression that I had permission to use her name and cite her as a source in my entry. 

 I apologize for having caused much inconvenience to Ms Fazylah bte Abdul Rahman over this issue. Please be rest assured that I have already retracted the blog entry on the 23rd of March 2009. 

 

Yours Truly, 

Joyce Tan

A Reflection Back Into My Exes.

Men are nonetheless, troublemakers in every aspect of a woman’s life. 

I’ve personally been through the worst of the worst type of relationships, with my ex-boyfriends inflicting trauma and stress on my physical and mental self. 

My first ex, he alledgely slept with another woman who was already his ex-girlfriend behind my back and got her belly routand with his child. Jerk. 

The second, a wacky photographer who is an ‘all-talk-but-no-action’ person, also who enjoys upskirting and downchesting models during a photography shoot. 

The third, a manicurist. But unfortunately, we only got together because we just wanted to try each other out to see if we’d make a good match. However, most unfortunately. 

The fourth, a paramedic, whose name sang a tone of heroism and bravery, yet, was a defenseless crybaby. 

Atimes, I do wonder, won’t society be better if there weren’t the existence of libidinous and chauvinistic males around.

Then again, apart of what makes this world goes round are men, men who are libidinous and chauvinistic in nature to generate much hype.

This is just part of humanity, for the existence of humanity erupts such characteristics.

Fool’s Gardes

Its 7:40 and I’m bogged, numbed by assignments.

Listening to Fool’s Garden Lemon Tree really gets my mind whirling and thinking of what I’ve been doing for the past two weeks, apt from writing articles and fictions.

I’m sitting here in the boring room
It’s just another rainy Sunday afternoon
I’m wasting my time
I got nothing to do
I’m hanging around
I’m waiting for you
But nothing ever happens and I wonder

I’m driving around in my car
I’m driving too fast
I’m driving too far
I’d like to change my point of view
I feel so lonely
I’m waiting for you
But nothing ever happens and I wonder

I wonder how
I wonder why
Yesterday you told me ’bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree
I’m turning my head up and down
I’m turning turning turning turning turning around
And all that I can see is just another lemon-tree

I’m sitting here
I miss the power
I’d like to go out taking a shower
But there’s a heavy cloud inside my head
I feel so tired
Put myself into bed
Well, nothing ever happens and I wonder

Isolation is not good for me
Isolation I don’t want to sit on the lemon-tree

I’m steppin’ around in the desert of joy
Baby anyhow I’ll get another toy
And everything will happen and you wonder

I wonder how
I wonder why
Yesterday you told me ’bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see is just another lemon-tree
I’m turning my head up and down
I’m turning turning turning turning turning around
And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree
And I wonder, wonder

I wonder how
I wonder why
Yesterday you told me ’bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see, and all that I can see, and all that I can see
Is just a yellow lemon-tree

Didn’t really get the chance to work on anything constructive of late, going crazy not being fed additional information to churn more works.
Man, I really need to get into the local press this coming July vaccation.
And, kick the habit of mispelling words.