Wretched!

"What does it all mean, Basel?"

IT's the way he says it. Same accent, same tone, same everything. Sticks to my head. Sure, the line comes from a comedy, yet, this is no comic. I'm genuinely muddled.

It has been a Wretched week. Plenty of hiding, plenty of responsibility, plenty of pain, plenty of headache/heartache. I wish not to discuss work further. It's useless/pointless/wretched to talk about.

All I wanted in the week was to spend a nice, chilled out day with my sweets. But, things don't always go the way you want it. It had to go Sour. I just knew it would turn bad. I was visibly upset. How could I not be? After all the shit of the week, to get more shit early Saturday. Maybe it's hard to understand if you don't feel what I felt. I don't know. Of course, I was angry. I was less angry than just sad and tired. It took the wind out of me.

Quiet. Distant. Silent. Away.

It really took a long while to get going again. I apologise. I was not in the mood. It was little too late, I know. Now, we await another week just to meet again. It is hard, not holding you in my arms. I want it so badly but I'm so far. So many restrictions, so many hurdles. Bashing through is painful, I have to jump them one at a time. And, I'm no hurdler. Tough.

Just hang on. Things will get better. If it doesn't, then it won't. I will still stand here, would you stand right next to me?

Happy Birthday To Me.

It is my 21st Birthday. Whoopeedoo to ME!

For a second time around, my birthday was a tranquil, peaceful affair. Better than the last because I had Siti with me, all day long some more. I had many many presents also. So cool, I have an Epiphone SG as my new toy, I have a Nokia non-camera phone for Army, and I got a LOT A LOT A LOT of Comics from Siti. To be honest, I was shocked to see the amount of comics she had bought for me. Almost $300 worth of it. I'm a lucky guy. Aren't you guys jealous I have a girlfriend like her. She's all mine. Muahahaha... I'm never going to share her. She's all mine, Muahahaha.. Did I just repeat myself?

However, my birthday week went a little haywire towards the end. I got news that I will NOT be going to Khatib camp which sucks, because I was looking forward to doing almost nothing there. But Nooo..I must stay in Bedok camp and torture myself somemore. Also, I got news on Thursday when I was on duty that my Dad was flown in from Vietnam because he had heart problems. Emergency flight in. But, when I saw him on Friday he seem alright. He looked aged, but he was still the same. So, that was a relief, I guess. Thank God, it's nothing serious.

The weekend is almost coming to an end. I have not really hung out with Siti in a week. The last was on my birthday, which we didn't do much. Just stayed at my place and enjoy tunes and a not-so-good movie. So, I'm waiting for her to get ready and spend a few hours left with her today.

Well, I'm not really in the writing mode today. Just updating for the sake of it. There is a lot of pictures that I want to update here, but it will take some time. And time is something that I don't have in abundance. So we'll just have to wait then.

Puasa time is so quiet. Everything becomes so silent.

When milk don't taste so good...

Milk turns sour. Buy a new one.
Relationship turns sour. Buy a new one?

No, it's not that bad. I don't think so. I don't think.
Emotions cloud thoughts. Thoughts shape emotions.
All one in the same. Who will let up first?
The answer determines outcome.
But, only momentarily...

Relationship turns sour. Drink the sour. Endure.
Milk turns sour. Throw it away, stupid.

Water Under The Bridge

The past needed to be erased. They were not happy ones. They were struggles, they were yesterday's news. I do not want them. They are bad memories.

Let us move forward, shall we.