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A Few Good Friends

A Few Good Friends is, quite frankly all you need. I mean other then the basic stuff like Air, Water and Food la. 

People come and go and more often then not, they slowly fade away. Although sometimes they go out with a bang; or better still; they go out altogether - without you that is. And there are those who ends it all with silence.

Defeaning Silence.

Oh well. Too bad for them, for missing out what they are gonna miss out.

I tell you.

Really.

A Few Good Friends is hard to come by.

And.

A Few Good Friends is really more then Enough.

Nicole 005

This week is/has been pretty insane.

Monday I left office at about 4pm to go see the doctor. Tuesday I was on MC. Wednesday I came in as normal. Thursday was a public holiday. Friday saw me blogging in the office.

Talk about being on and off at work.

In the end, there wasn't any sun in this dawn either. I should have known from the start, but hey, doesn't hurt to try right. We'll never know till we tried.

Talking about the sun, the weather these last week or so has been incredibly hot. I would wake up in the mornings all hot and sticky, machiam I ran in my sleep.

Random: "Miss, you look tired. It must have been all the running through my head"

-_-

Things ain't the same recently. I haven't been able to blog properly and stuff, though I am always on my own blog when I am online. Come to think of it, it is rather creepy. I would be on my blog eagerly waiting for new entries. Problem is: it is my own blog.

I recieved in an email from a friend/buddy/colleague/fellow PM of mine an invitation to "be linking these blogs to the website."

Imagine in the next newsletter: "Respectable Member found to be using illicit ideas and languages; and broadcasting wry messages to the masses through his Blog.".

The horrors.

I went ahead and gave my blog address to them anyway.

I wonder what I am thinking sometimes.

If I am even thinking. That is.

Let's hope the decide not to chose my site for the linking; though the prospective of increased hits does sound good.

This morning, while I was on my way from my office's carpark to my office. I noticed a group of grass-cutters preparing to slice and mash the tall grasses from my office surroundings. Thinking to myself, I can do with some of those wonderfully soothing aroma of freshly cut grass. 3 hours later, I was on my way to the toilet when I noticed that the grass was still standing tall and proud and all ditzy from the insane sun and that something was missing.

When I was in the toilet, it occured to me that the soothing aroma of freshly cut grass was missing.

And then.

I caught a whiff of the lingering potassium in the toilet.

And that was it.

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It is still the same after so many years. Looking back, it has been 5 long years since it happened. I am not sure exactly when it did, but I am very sure it did.

How do I know?

Because I am the only one in it.

The furthest distance from you is when I am standing next to you. The furthest one so far was when I was standing next to you at the airport. Really.

Years back, I scroll for your name on that list of MSN of mine. Even till now, I am still scrolling for your name on that long list of MSN on mine. I am not sure either, but it is always such a mixed emotion when I see you online. One of desire and disgust.

I feel like one side of a pair of chopstick, always a pair, but never together. So oriental. We are.

But. I think for the good of all of us, it is really time to move on.

Now that a new chapter is beginning, or at least I hope it is. I can't belive I did this but, all I did was smile.

I hope the sun raises from this dawn this time.

I stepped on dog shit this morning.

I was in my office, happily eating my breakfast when the first whiff of dog shit hit me. Initially, I thought it was the noodles I was having.

I went:

'JIA LAT! WHAT AM I EATING!?'

Then I realised that the smell smell too distinctively like dog shit to be coming from the noodles.

I lifted my feet and to my horror, I saw some brown substance stuck between some leaves stuck on the sole of my shoe. I then went out and did what all dogs do to clean their legs.

Vigourously scrapping my foot on the grass field to get rid of the vile substance.

This was when my colleague walked by me with her ear phones plugged in and with a look of bewilderment on her face.

'Dwirt must have finally lost it.'

Its been a while since I have came back to this blog space of mine, not that I was that busy (though it was a major contributing factor), I just felt I had something else better to do. Like Eat, Sleep or even Shit.

Why are they in Caps?

Hmm...

I am now thinking how to link showing photos of my trip to what I have written above. Oh what the heck, here they are:

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Was waiting for a colleague to pick me up for an event when I took this:

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Junior AQ Morning 001e

And then there was this birthday surprise for one of our colleagues:

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So there you have it.

I was doing all this (refering to the photos) before I stepped on dog shit.

Oh bother.

Artist: 光良 Michael
Album: 不会分离 Never Apart
03.I Miss You

My left ear feels warm from the exit door on the bus behind me.

My right ear feels cold from the air condition.

I can't decided whether I feel cold or warm.

I'm messed up.

In more ways than one.

In Singlish:

半烧冷

'buan sio leng'

Its been a while since I've woken up at 0530.

In a way, I miss the sweat and roll call that I used to do every morning. The silence of the morning crackles with the voices of singing and breathing.

The stillness of the world with just that little bit stirring.

Completely Random:

The last I heard, I am a 'whatever' kinda friend.

I should get my ass to exercise real soon. Else I would need a brand new wardrobe.

Need to get my papers done with CPF.

Am I doing what I am going to do because its a necessity; or because you are doing it; or because I really want to do it?

在一次回到了我们两该一起来的地方。

心很想。
心很相。

心的爱。
心的痛。

心在哪？
心在这。

心灵的回忆。
脑海的影像。

脑海的回忆。
心灵的影像。

就让它们乱成一团。

就在去年的那几天都明白了。

就在今年的今天在一次明白，好吗？

很难。

异乡的追足。
异乡的欢乐。

再见。

 Love from a Friend:

Daniel Birthday (30)

Gangsters Wannabes:

Jacqueline Birthday 088

Oblivion:

Jacqueline Birthday 113

Jacqueline Birthday 116

Jacqueline Birthday 124

Burnt (skin and brains) from the Sun:

Jacqueline Birthday 055

-_-"

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The day began with such a beautiful morning.

Really.

That was, until I boarded the LRT.

I was once again reminded why I would rather take the back-breaking, butt numbing bus service 75 to work each day.

So there I was, all dressed for work and smelling like a gazillion light years away ( I am trying to tell you that each morning, I douse myself with colonge, I will explain later) standing there, minding my own business. Oh yeah, did I say I was also trying to look my cool while trying to balance a big bag on the jerking LRT?

Soon, the LRT arrives on the next stop with me in it.

Then the whole world plunges into chaos.

Suddenly, a whole bunch of executives, students, aunties, uncles, you name it you have it, boards the train. Sometimes, it gets really bad at my station too. Sometimes, I travel the entire way on the LRT face centermeters away from the door windows. Each time the door opens, I have to make sure that the opening door does not open in my face. I kenna once and my glasses went hay wire.

Very ugly.

Really.

And so the journey continues.

Slowly, but very surely, the heat of the lump of collective bodies goes into the air in the LRT. By the third station, I am already perspiring. I have to travel a total of 8 stations. Now you know why I wear so much colonge. This is to make sure that I do not smell bad when I finally reach the office.

The MRT is worst.

So there I was, after a sigh of relief when my skin felt the cool air outside the LRT, ready again to board the MRT.

Although the MRT would not be as stuffy, it is more shaky and more crowded.

So there I was, wedged between an uncle in front of me, a lady on the 8 o'clock direction of me and another uncle on my 5 o'clock. The uncle in front of me has his arms stretched straight holding onto the poles. The lady on my 8 o'clock has her grip on the poles next to the seats next to the door. The other uncle barely has his grip on the train door.

And me?

I am in no man's land.

That one spot that has no where to grab should the train jerks.

And the train has to switch tracks from Bukit Batok to Jurong East.

I believe the lady got a shock when my hand suddenly shot out, hitting the lower head room above the door.

For a split second, there was a sudden hush in the train.

Then, you would hear stifled singgers.

And all my image is gone.

Not that I had any in the beginning.

I know I know.. I should not harp on the past. But in the past, all I had to do to get from my bed in the bunk to the office was to head down the stairs, cross a T Junction and I would be all happy and dandy in my office.

Really.