Monday, August 29, 2005

I just don't understand how
you can smile with all those tears in your eyes,
and tell me everything is wonderful now.

I can't let go.
Hate is just love misunderstood.
Maybe. Perhaps.
But everything is just a mess.
I'm a mess.
I hate you.
But I know I don't mean it.

You don't.
Does it matter?
Somewhere, once upon a time,
maybe it did.

I'm not so sure now.

But I miss you.

Thursday, August 25, 2005


"..exit light, enter night,
take my hand,
off to never neverland.."

Dear lonely isle,

I'm turning into a monster. A panda monster.
Damn I need sleep.

love, joyce.

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

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I Need Help

"..having so much fun,
gone and lost your reason,
after all is said and done,
are you still having fun?.."

Dear lonely isle,
  • I need help.
  • I think I'm becoming a bookaholic.
  • I can't leave my books alone! (not my study books, my, how nice if that was the case..)
  • I can't seem to put them down!
  • It's as if my fingers were glued to them or something, and it looks to be super glue..
  • Oh dear..
  • I'm in trouble, aren't I?
  • And these aren't books that I haven't read before.
  • Oh I have. Many times.
  • The guilt is welling up, and doesn't look like it's going to quench at any moment yet.
  • It's always during times like these, (exam times) that I get the undying urge to spend the day curled up with a good book, reading until I finish it.
  • Well I'd be damn (definitely damned, if I go on like this), but I just have to absolutely finish this book!
  • Erm, though that was what I said when I was reading the last erm, few books....
  • Insaflah girl...
Bookaholics anonymous anyone?

love, joyce.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

Like The London Bridge

"..I came across a fallen tree,
I felt the branches of it looking at me,
is this the place we used to love?
is this the place that I've been dreaming of?.."

Dear lonely isle,

It doesn't pay to put your hopes high. I have learnt that.
It also doesn't pay to think that all will be better tomorrow, or the day after. Because some things just don't get better. They get worse.
Just when you thought I couldn't get any worse, and that the turning point would be right about now, you get surprised instead.
I have learnt that people will disappoint you, eventually. And at some point, you just don't know whether to care or not anymore. After the tears are gone, and all the tissue thrown away, it's just as if it never happened. And try as you might to erase the fact of its existence, there's just some scars you can't wipe away, even with a magic wand.
I could just turn a blind eye, and be oblivious to the obvious.
But like a huge pink elephant your mind tries to believe does not exist even when it sits peeling bananas in front of you, there's just some things you can't ignore.
Sometimes I just get so tired. And I wish that some people would just grow some brains, or at least, cultivate some common sense. But some agricultural dreams are way beyond reach.
I try to believe the best in people, and that given enough time, would see the error of their ways. Or perhaps change for the better.
But people will disappoint you, eventually.
And like a kid who's been given wings, I suddenly find myself crashing head first into the upcoming ground.
Why give the semblance of hope, when you don't mean it?
Why raise me up, only to let me fall?
Maybe this time I'll hit rockbottom. And maybe I'll hit my head so hard, I'll wake not able to care anymore. And maybe, just maybe, I'll damage some nerves, and won't be able to feel the pain. Anymore.
But it's just a string of maybes, and the certainty that life, like people, will disappoint you too. Eventually.
Even if you put your faith in a hamster, you will find that one day, it will bite you. And it will hurt. No matter what you tell yourself. And after the Dettol, the bandages and the tears, it's as if it never happened.

But you know better. Because you see the scars.

love, joyce.

Monday, August 22, 2005

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More of the future me... Posted by Picasa

What I want to be when I grow up ^.^ Posted by Picasa

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Dear lonely isle,

Sometimes I want to just drop everything, let go and just don't give a damn.
Unfortunately, I care too much to do that.
Or maybe,

I just don't have the guts.

love, joyce.

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Vincent Vincent Vincent...^.^ Posted by Picasa

Sunday, August 21, 2005

The Chosen One... of mine and Ann Gee ^.^ Posted by Picasa

Saturday, August 20, 2005

More Tobey Tobey Tobey...^.^  Posted by Picasa

Tobey Tobey Tobey...^.^ Posted by Picasa

The Spoils Of Winning

"..nothing sweeter,
than the taste of victory,
and nothing more profound,
than the joy of winning.."

Dear lonely isle,
  • Some days are eventful. Today is one of them.
  • Because we WON!! (FYI choir competition singing patriotic songs. Who's patriotic eh? *hint* *hint* )
  • Muahahahaahahahaahhahaahahahaahahhaahaha
  • You see this smile?
  • Take that Pn. Wang!
  • In your face!!
  • Truth be told, I was praying very hard that my voice did not crack on stage. (guess who's queen of crack? Yup, always the one who cracks..)
  • After the performance however, I was praying equally as hard for the bloody emcee not to say our name during the announcement of the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd runner-up positions. =)
  • Omg! That was like the first time I won anything for choir!! ^.^
  • And now that I think about it, my last year too.. =(
  • Oh no, despite some things, I'm really going to miss choir practices.
  • Haha a weekly excuse to sing as loud and as long as I can without people complaining.
  • And all the preparations and extra practices for upcoming performances..
  • Seems like there's so many things I'm going to miss, and so many people!
  • Kar Mern (haha my fav! she's so sweet!! and she sings well!!), Bao Yen, not to mention some of the guys and most of the girls!!
  • All good things come to an end?
  • Maybe not this.
I'll still be singing, regardless of whether people care, for one.

love, joyce.

Friday, August 19, 2005

Bad Relationships

"..please release me,
let me go,
I don't love you,

Dear lonely isle,
  • Guess who's no longer single?
  • Haha, that was too easy, wasn't it?
  • It's been about a week since we've been together, and frankly, it was the worst week of my life.
  • When we first started I thought it was going to be a long lasting relationship, all blue skies and fluffy clouds.
  • I was dead wrong.
  • Sure I'd expect a scuffle or two, maybe some disagreements. But I didn't expect this.
  • I thought we had something going on, but now I find that there's just no chemistry between us.
  • The more I try to read the his reactions, the less I find I understand.
  • I don't get along well with his family either.
  • I just can't like them. Maybe they're just not very likeable.
  • Speaking of which, I can't fall in love him either.
  • I've tried so hard, but I just dread looking at him.
  • Our time together always leaves me drained, tired and wanting to just get him out of my sight.
  • Out of sight, out of mind. How true.
  • I feel like ending this unproductive relationship, but I can't.
  • My parents would certainly object to my dumping him.
  • Can't they understand that some things just weren't meant to work?
  • I know that us being together is for the best, but I can't take it anymore.
  • I'm just so tired of him.
  • His name?
Organic Chemistry For STPM.
Someone save me.

love, joyce.

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

A Tale Of Two Villages

"..once upon a time,
all tales tell,
but where it ends,
is a different story.."

Dear lonely isle,

Let me tell you a story. It goes like this...

Once upon a time, there lived two villages on opposite sides of a stream. It was a peaceful community, and both sides lived rather happily in harmony.
The river was a place of extensive social activity. In the mornings it is the unofficial gathering of wives from both villages, as they head down to the stream to complete the daily scrubbing of dirty laundry and, not to mention, to talk about other people's dirty laundry too. But all in all, it's just a healthy dose of general gossip all around, and by the time the clothes are considerably clean, everyone would've known who's done what and who's done who.
On hot sunny afternoons, or basically most afternoons, really, come hail or storm, there'll always be diving champion wannabes, and a lot of snorkeling activity going on too. It was a place of pure innocent fun. And because the currents weren't strong and the river not quite so deep as to lose your footing, but deep enough for a cooling soak, children from both villages flock to the river like a swarm of flies to horse poo. Sorry for the rather distasteful metaphor, but you get what I mean.
Sunsets (and some sunrises) bring a different scene to mind, concerning the river. It now became a place to hold hands, for cuddles and general snogging amidst the setting sun (who said they were actually watching the sunset? It was more of mind-numbing, electrifying looks into the unfathomable depths of someone else's eyes, while hands take the opportunity to explore and wander to places they should not...).
While activites at the river become gradually less and less innocent as the day wears on, nevertheless we arrive still at dusk. Moonlit nights (and cloudy, starry, hazy, foggy, etc. just any night) at the river were best for secret skinny dips and passionate kisses. Also currently all the rage was taking off all your clothes and a lot of bush shaking. But that's for another day.
On a soggier note, the river was also a place for meetings (romantic or not) and in some circumstances, goodbyes.
It was a place where ashes are scattered, with the hopes of lost souls finally able to see the world when they reach the ocean.
It was also the place XX met XY.
Both from different villages, XX was a maiden of seventeen, with hair of sunshine gold, and eyes of the bluest skies. Indeed she was a rather ravishing sight for sore eyes. Being slim and tall didn't hurt too.
XY was a piece of nineteen-year-old hunk. Black hair, green eyes and good physique to boot, it was not unusual that girls cry themselves to sleep over him at night. (Think Harry Potter, but better looking.) Anyway, it was only a matter of time before these two impossibly perfect beings find one another and experience the soul-shaking, earth-wreaking, electrifying, death-defying, know-that-he/she-must-be-the-one look. Better known to inferior mortals as love at first sight.
Anyway, usually you'd expect a lot of objections from either or maybe both sets of parents, or perhaps jealous bethroths and envious ex-girlfriends, all out for blood. And maybe after a few assassination attempts, or magic mumbo-jumbo that threatens to tear our lovebirds apart, they would decide to elope, settle down somewhere where nobody knows them, and regret the decision some years later (or months, possibly days. Depends on how similar the illusion is to reality.).
Or maybe 'unfortunate' accidents that lead to amnesia (real or fake, you decide), or loss of some important body part or parts, (depending on the creativity and level of saddisticism of the director) true love shall prevail. Or tragedy ensue...
Sorry to disappoint you, but you will find no such rubbish in this story. In fact, both sets of parents agreed fully to the union (perhaps blessing the passing on of good-looking genes in the family) and there were no fiances or exes to ruin the picture. Too good to be true?
Thought so myself.
So, one day, the polar ice caps melted due to extensive global warming, and low lying regions or coastal areas were swallowed up by the sea. Rivers swelled and rose to dangerous levels. The river aforementioned earlier was no exception. It spilled over the banks and flooded the villages, before subsiding a few months later, leaving villagers with a months of muck to clean. (frankly, I would've just moved.) However, even with the ebbing water levels, villagers of both villages were shocked to find out that what was once a rather shallow stream now became a raging monster. Currents swift and fast threaten to capsize any floating vessel stupid enough to try its waters, and even at the banks, the river was deep. Extremely deep. It was as if an ocean dropped in on them overnight.
The saddest part of it all was that XX and XY were now officially and very thoroughly separated. Each a small speck across the river, they could only sit on the banks each night and sing the songs of a broken heart.
Years passed. Decades flew by. Finally centuries drew close.
In the end, the two villages were separated not only physically but also genetically. Villagers from both villages had evolved apart, becoming a new subspecies to the human race.

And they lived happily ever after, never again to interbreed.

love, joyce.

PS: A sequel? Romance between hybrids..sexually incompatibility: how to celebrate the ultimate expression of true love when you can't make love? I'll think of something...

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

It's My Life

"..I say tragedy is how you're gonna spend,
the rest of your life with the lights on,
so shine the light on all of your friends,
when it all a mounts to nothing in the end.."

Dear lonely isle,

Sometimes I wonder why we live. Why today, right now, at this very moment, we are alive. Why with each breath comes another, and with each step we take another on our long journey through life.
Is it because we learn? Or is it to learn?
So do we live to learn, or is it because we learn that's why we live?
Do you live to learn, or do you learn to live?
By answering this question, we find out just how we really see things, and what is important to us in this life.
When we live to learn, we live with a passion. A burning desire to stay alive. Because we want to live. Because we choose to live.
Or do we learn to live? To live because we have no other choice, because we accept life as it is, and everyday is a lesson in surviving.
Living ain't easy.
What do you see in life? Do you see a long road filled with adventure? Or do you see the endless stretch before you? Counting out the miles you have to go?
What do you feel each day when you wake up? The energy of a new day? Of new beginnings? Or just another day? Going through motions of routine and schedule?
Why are you alive? Right now, here, this moment. Do you live because you want to live? Or are you alive for the sake of living?

Do you live to learn, or do you learn to live?
Chase the setting sun, and conquer your life. Live like you mean it.

love, joyce.

Monday, August 15, 2005

If Anything Happens, I'll Be Standing By...With Glue

"..if you need to fall apart,
I can mend a broken heart,
if you need to crash,
then crash and burn,
you're not alone.."

Dear lonely isle,

What do you fear?
I fear loneliness. To be alone. To stand amongst a sea of shadows, cold without the warmth of human touch.
What do you fear?
I fear helplessness. To just stand by. To watch the people drown, as I stand numb by the shore, unable to hold back the rolling tide.
The most I can do is offer glue, my shoulders and a willing heart to help mend the broken soul. But still I stand at the sidelines. Not allowed to enter the playing field. Come rain, hail, sleet or snow, I will wait, till they finish their game. I will continue cheering, even from the sidelines.
But it does not seem enough.
It is never enough.
But I am through with punishing myself for something I cannot change. For something I cannot do.
I am here. I will be here. Always and always.
All you need to do is reach out.
I'll catch you when you fall, and raise you up when you're down.
It may not be much.
And I'm probably not very good at it.
But I just want you to know, I am here.
I may not understand, but I'll try.
I may not know, but I'm willing to find out.
I may be just a friend, but I'll never have too little time, or too much to do.

With this my friendship I pledge unto thee, from now, unto the end of time, and for the rest of eternity.

love, joyce.

Sunday, August 14, 2005

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What Are Little Girls Made Of?

"..sugar, and spice, and everything nice,
that's what you believe we're made of.."

Dear lonely isle,

Sometimes I want to just scream at the world, to yell out dissatisfaction, irritation, and annoyance. I want to cast these god awful feelings at the sky and ask, "Why me?!!". But even then, the sky would probably remain quiet, oblivious to my whining, not a cloud stirring. And the universe would mock in silence, "Oh, really? Well, we're very sorry then."
And still I would remain with my three companions. How the hell do you dispose of them?
I could ask that over and over. And yet in the end, only I can make them disappear. With the help of good will, humour and forgiveness. All those stupidly noble jerks.
But when you require the assistance of others, it is prudent to reserve one's judgement to oneself. So I shall mention nought of what I feel towards my imbecillic saviours. With time, clenched teeth, a forced smile, and a whole lot of inward wincing, this might just work out.
So maybe time will prove itself useful once in a while, and who knows, maybe a little good will, humour and forgiveness never hurt anyone, except my pride, perhaps, but all in all, I guess I owe a bunch of moronic suckers an apology, and maybe even gratitude.
You'll probably never hear me say this ever again, so listen well,

Take that stupid look off your face. I ain't saying anything, you motherfuckering sons of bitches.

love, joyce.

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Thursday, August 11, 2005

I Don't Want To Miss A Thing

I could stay awake
just to hear you breathing
watch you smile while you are sleeping
while you're far away dreaming
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender
I could stay lost in this moment forever
every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure

I don't want to
close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
cos' I miss you, baby
and I don't want to miss a thing
cos' even when I dream of you
the sweetest dream will never do
I still miss you, baby
and I don't want to miss a thing

lying close to you
feeling your heart beating
and I'm wondering what you're dreaming
wondering if it's me you're seeing
and then I kiss your eyes and thank god we're together
I just want to stay with you in this moment forever
forever and ever

I don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
cos' I miss you, baby
and I don't want to miss a thing
cos' even when I dream of you
the sweetest dream will never do
I still miss you, baby
and I don't want to miss a thing

and I don't want to miss one smile
I don't want to miss one kiss
I just want to be with you right here with you
just like this
I just want to hold you close
I feel your heart so close to mine
and just stay here in this moment
for all the rest of time

I don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
cos' I miss you, baby
and I don't want to miss a thing
cos' even when I dream of you
the sweetest dream will never do
I still miss you baby
and I don't want to miss a thing


Au Revoir

"..goodbye my friend,
I know you're gone,
you said you're gone,
but I can still feel you here,
it's not the end,
so glad we made it,
time will never change it.."

Dear lonely isle,

Why is it that people have to leave us?
Why is it that we get them back only to have them taken away again?
I have said before, he who does not know what it is to miss someone, is a very lucky person.
He who does not feel the ache of loss is blessed indeed.
But some of us, it seems, do not share such good luck.
Goodbyes are always sad.
It's the time you watch a piece of your heart jump out from your chest and leave you.
Walking away, waving goodbye, off to see the world. Leaving an empty spot just there.
I haven't had a full heart in a long time.
People just seem to keep on leaving.
One day you're here.
Next you're gone. Again.
I'm a selfish person. I want people that I love always around me.
I guess I just keep hanging on.
Maybe I squeeze a little too tight, but I hope no one complains.
It's just that I love you too much to let go.
But when you love someone you let them go, isn't it?
Because if they feel the same, they'll come back.
They always do.
Don't they?
But this little person inside is always full of doubts.
Perhaps that's why she will always remain the little person inside.
Because the person that is, the person that will be, knows better.
They will come back.

You've just got to believe.
Love is never too far away.

love, joyce.

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

There'll Always Be New Seasons...

"..we had joy,
we had fun,
we had seasons in the sun,
but the wine and the song,
like the seasons have all gone.."

Dear lonely isle,
  • Last night was fun.
  • We should go Ann Gee's place more often.
  • It seems that we always end up dancing there =)
  • I have now officially drank.
  • Cheers people!
  • All that's left on my list is to go clubbing, smoke, and have sex.
  • But maybe those'll have to wait till a bit later though.
  • Sorry people but we'll take things slow kayz?
  • Anyways, I just miss you guys.
  • I just miss days we can hang out anywhere we like and just do nothing.
  • Just laze around or do stupid things like we always do.
  • Must we grow up?
  • Must we face growing up and maybe even apart?
  • Why can't things stay as they always were?
  • As they used to?
  • But friendships last, don't they?
  • Friends are forever, right?
We are, aren't we?

love, joyce.

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Written Somewhere Up There...I Hope

"..I want to fall from the stars,
straight into your arms.."

Dear lonely isle,

Last night I dreamt of stars. We were lying down on the grass, looking up at the starlit sky.
All I could see were the stars.
The sky was full of blinking, winking lights.
It was absolutely beautiful.
But the stars weren't the only beautiful lights in my sky.
I saw two looking right back at me, looking down into my eyes.
I held my breath.

It was the perfect moment.

love, joyce.

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Monday, August 08, 2005

Autumn In My Heart Posted by Picasa

9 On The Ritcher

" there anyone out there,
because it's getting harder,
and harder to breathe.."

Dear lonely isle,

Today I woke up wishing the floor would swallow me.
Just take me to the centre of the earth, and let me rot at the core of it all.
But the floor remained immobile, and there were no signs to any rumbling that might indicate a sudden earthquake.

So I got out of bed and went to school.

love, joyce.

Kiss Me

kiss me
out of the bearded barley, lightly
beside the green, green grass
swing, swing, swing the spinning step
you wear those shoes and I will wear that dress

oh, kiss me
beneath the milky twilight
lead me out on the moonlit floor
lift your open hand
strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
silver moon's sparkling
so kiss me

kiss me
down by the broken tree house
swing me high upon it's hanging tire
bring, bring, bring your flowered hat
we'll take the trail marked on your father's map

oh, kiss me
beneath the milky twilight
lead me out on the moonlit floor
lift your open hand
strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
silver moon's sparkling

so kiss me.

Sixpence Non The Richer

Sunday, August 07, 2005

On Better Days.. Posted by Picasa

Life On Hold

"..but things just get so crazy,
living life gets hard to do.."

Dear lonely isle,

Oh well, all bad days come to an end.
So no worries, I'll have happy days again.
Feeling better now, but still, some remnants remain. As they always do.

Until someone banishes them away.

love, joyce.

Saturday, August 06, 2005

Bad Day

where is the moment we needed the most

you kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
they tell me your blue skies fade to grey
they tell your passion's gone away
and I don't need no carryin' on

you stand in line just to hit a new low
you're faking a smile with the coffee you go
you tell me your life's been way offline
you're falling to pieces everytime
and I don't need no carryin' on

Cause you had a bad day
you're taking one down
you sing a sad song just to turn it around
you say you don't know
you tell me don't lie
you work at a smile and you go for a ride
you had bad day
the camera don't lie
you're coming back down and you really don't mind
you had bad day

Daniel Powter

Love Is Only A Feeling

" is only a feeling,
drifting away,
when I'm in your arms I start believing,
it's here to stay.."

Dear lonely isle,

I knew it. I'm thinking. Secretly, deep inside, the stupidity of myself has been thinking.
And now who has to pay for the consequences?
Sigh, but whatever it is, I know I'll make it through.
It's just a matter of time.

Let each wave take you to shore.

love, joyce.

Mosaic Posted by Picasa

Friday, August 05, 2005

Someone shot an arrow through my heart.
And the wound just won't heal.. Posted by Picasa


Dear lonely isle,

I don't know why, but somewhere inside, in a corner of what must be my heart, I ache. There's a little empty space that just can't be filled. A hole in the heart. When I put my eye to the hole, I can see right through me, and out the other side. It's not entirely sadness, neither is it pain, but it's just there. Just an empty spot, right here.

Only you can fill it.

love, joyce.

Thursday, August 04, 2005

Impossible Heavens

"..all the stars we could reach,
were the starfish on the beach.."

Dear lonely isle,

There are many things in life that are denied to us.
Things that we can only watch from afar, or sometimes even up close, to see, to behold, but not to touch. And never to possess.
Some things that are always just within our reach, but never near enough. And if you blink, it slips even further out of hand. But always within sight, mocking us from beyond the next bend. Cheering us on just before dancing out our grasp. Again.
But still we never learn. And still we persist.
There's always a certain stubbornness of the human mind to refuse to believe the truth. We tell ourselves, just as long as we try and try and try, one day, even the impossible will happen.
The optimism of it all is just disgusting.
Why is it that some continue to chase an impossibility? A mirage in the desert of reality, a ghost ship on a misty ocean.
I guess in one way or another, we've all chased mirages before, and many of us still pursue the unreachable horizon.

And still every night I stretch my hand towards the sky.
Confident that one day I'll touch the stars.

love, joyce.

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Haven For The Lost

" the arms of the angel,
may you find some comfort here.."

Dear lonely isle,

I'm so tired. I wish I could just drift into blissful sleep, and snuggle deeper into the comforter.
But some dreams are just so far away.
I want to close my eyes and just be buoyed by the calm sensation of falling asleep.
To sail off into dreams on a white ship, gently breaking the waves.
I'll be standing at the prow, taking in the wind.
Feeling the cool breeze whip my hair and every sea spray a joyous celebration of life, and being free.
Breath by breath.
One at a time.
Soaking in the moment.
And bathing in the red sunset over the horizon.
Letting the crimson light spill over, and just standing there. Being in awe of the beauty of it all.
To have him there, just holding me.
A reassuring arm in the face of any gale. Solid shoulders to lift me up.
And a heart. Just a heart, to keep me warm, to keep me safe.
My safest place.

But I always wake up from this dream.

love, joyce.

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

Still Alive, Baby?

"..think not too little of oneself,
and fly thy kite where thou wish,
and dream thy dreams how high thou wouldst.."

Dear lonely isle,
  • Just recently I found out that the job I was made for was to be a trained assassin.
  • Maybe if my employers were really keen on taking me in, and maybe if they really tortured me during workouts, who knows, I might not turn out half so bad after all.
  • But perhaps I would be hired for the simple fact that I DO NOT look like an assassin at all.
  • The best disguise would be to not be noticed I suppose.
  • True, true.
  • Everyone knows the fastest way to attract attention at night is to sneak around. It would be the equilvalent of banging two cymbals together and announcing at the top of your lungs why you're there and what're you going to do.
  • Better to just calmly take a stroll and look as if you've every right as a free citizen to stroll wherever you damn bloody well please at any ungodly hour you want on any night you wish, nevermind that you happen to do it in front of a nuclear research centre or the National Bank.
  • So for someone rather blur and tubby looking like me, just a blank stare would probably convince anyone of why I would be at any one place at any given time: I'm probably retarded.
  • So perhaps if I can be trained to be a bit more agile, and to not flinch while firing a weapon, I might just be able to get the job done after all.
  • Luckily, I'm not too queasy about dead people, so as long as they do not die in grotesque ways and have all their body parts on.
  • Not too difficult right?
  • But somehow that seems to be a rather distant and impossible dream.
  • After all, how do you go about applying for the job?
  • And if it so happens there was a place, what kind of resume would you send in?
  • Perhaps a resume about how no one would give you a second glance.
  • But what's the point if all the glamour's gone?
  • Assassins are supposed to be mysterious, sleek, and above all, HOT.
  • The only time I'm hot is when I'm sweating.
  • Who knows? Maybe that's why I would be hired...
Let's just stick to medicine I think.
It's got dead bodies too.

love, joyce.

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