here to blog. not exactly feeling moody or down at the moment. thanks for all the concern brothers.

i wish i have a nice comfy couch by the beach, with a coconut in hand. wind blowing and the sun setting.

that would have been wonderful.

grow up

move along now...move along.

cock and a half. how now, you tell me. HOW.

teh past

with each passing night, i grew tired of staring at the clock.

the beloved, the loved and the precious

suppose i dedicate a message for someone? maybe not since it won't really help much in the situation.

what to do now. sigh yo.

menthol

do unto what you don't want others to do to you.

i am not a victim, neither are you one. it takes 2 hands to clap.
why can't you understand. no, maybe you don't.
i don't know whats going on these days.

i'm hanging on the edge, hoping not to fall. to lose sight of you.

oh why oh why, couldn't things just be fine.

this is not a poem btw.

copy and paste

happy enough to have heard your voice.

mystical bombardment

So i reached work at around 7.15am, only to realise that i left out something that made me insecure for the whole morning. While waiting for the doods to plan something for the night (or decide if we're meeting out later in the evening), i am here to blog.

Things have been quite a breeze these few days. I won't really compare my work shifts with the usual 9 to 5 timing since the job scope of the two are completely different. What we had to endure were grumpy people who seemed to have woken up on the wrong side of the bed.

While i was doing some blog hopping, i came across a blog belonging to my ex- NPCC senior.
A relationship cannot be measured by the amount of time spent together.

I can still remember the inspirational poster framed up at my dads office.
It takes months to find a customer, seconds to lose one.

I suppose this applies to everything in life. Hardwork and effort cannot be replaced with smart aleck deductions totally.
I will always remember what i've gone though, what we have gone through and what you went through with me.
At the end of each day, its still down to the both of us.

i love you and i will always treasure you.

Thus ends a 'kind' of post which i have not done so for a long long time.

prowling, time check over. reporting situation normal, over.
Hand Over Duty.

zildjian

i'm pretty much speechless nowadays.

up down up down

the bonding event was a blast. rather than a camp, i'd say ton.

night time, probably not the kind of thing that most of the youths would do.

thinking. not thinking. thinking.

get me some paracetamol.

rusty nails must be oiled

i looked up to him, i asked.

i used to find him insensible. different era, different generation. he never understood.

but he does because he is my Dad.

4 to 6 asteriks...

never understood...do not really care anyway. hmm...

hanabi

let it be 10 degrees.

a conversation with a cab driver is pointless

going going...gone.

its either i do a 370 degree change or i'm losing her.

now, choose.

wrist pains on rainy days

i had people coming up to me telling me that i had trouble with them in the past. some school that i know of but had never ever even gone to that school or know anyone from there!

my face, is getting common. sigh