Monday, December 8, 2008

Rain

The rain
Drip by drip
drop by drop
Of icy needles that pierce through my tender skin

Cool winds brushed against my cheeks
Howling into my ears
Sharing stories of loneliness

In vain
I stood alone at the bustop
I tucked both of my hands into my jacket for warmth
But still feeling cold in my heart...

Is that how loneliness feel?
Or is that the cold silence within my heart that is unwilling to speak up
I called out with all my might...voices echoed with my throat...
Even the rustling of the leaves with the winds and the piter pattering of rain on the shelter of the bustops sounds even louder than my delicate voice...

Is that how soft i am?

Saturday, December 6, 2008

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Hi im back again...since the day i ORDed...
Its been two weeks plus ba.....and things nowadays gotten better i think,
I luckily got my driving license in just one attempt....totally lucky...haha guess lady luck was by my side that day or rather it was my formal dressing that charmed the tester...hahaaha

Nowadays days seemed to be shorter...
everytime i leave home...i only managed to catch a glimpse of the morning sun...didnt really get to enjoy much of it as i will be rushing to go for work...
Every morning i will also see the same group of ppl....the same grp of children waiting for their sch bus...the same caucasian walking her dog...the same old woman who i will meet while crossing across the same rd but in an opposite direction....

haha its all these little stuff around me that makes my everyday trip to work an enjoyable and interesting one....

work has never been the same..........
its never ending......
its a process to grow a tummy...
its a process to reflect how personal time is important....
its a chance to know who cares for u...
its a chance for u to turn down a date by smsing back i dunno when i will be knocking off....

there were times when i was doing work..and this thought just strucked me.....
i was thinking how could people actually survive on this kinda work for years
its like doing an endless cycle of similar stuffs...
being locked up in an air conditioned room the whole day...
the chances of enjoying the warmth of the sun are reduced to. (on the way to work and lunch breaks).
staring at the computer whole day....as though it was ur wife.....( i would rather stare at my wife - if i have- than a computer)
looking at numbers everday.... i guess numbers can become a language itself....
A says:'' 123254685432''
B says:" 65468443654''

haiz..........

but no choice i guess....

I was the one who chose the wrong path..and its for me to make up for it...........

is loving someone so difficult?
or is loving yourself more difficult?

is saying i love u more difficult than i hate u?

is saying u did a great job more difficult than u did a bad job?

is saying sorry for the mistakes u make difficult?