STRESS

I am not coming home tonight. I am going clubbing. Need to release some steam and ease the tension. But first a trip to the beach as promised so cannot sleep.

Better Then Garfield

I brought Din to the vet not too long ago for his first vaccination. He was not ill but the trip cost me close to $100. It is quite a posh vet located at Holland Village. Nothing but the best for Din the cat. Just about entering the little room the doctor commented that Din is a handsome cat. I bet he felt flattered. He gets that often. He got dewormed and some topical applications for the mites. Nothing to be alarmed about. He got about three treatments to boost that immune. He better be stronger. It is not cheap. I was scrutinising at the fleas through a microscope at the clinic and it grossed me out. Oh the doctor commented again that Din is brave because he showed no emotions when he was injected. He will be turning one soon and i am throwing a celebration just for the fun of it. I will be sending him for grooming and getting him nice clothes so he can strut his stuff and show off to the neighbour's cats. I might get a customised Adidas sunglasses to fit his mini head so that he can follow me to the beach. Spoilt brat! I mean cat.

Sometimes Loving Needs Sacrificing

The performance went well. The people cheered. I am pleased. Yahooo!

On a different note altogether i am glad. Glad for that special someone. Glad to see that special someone having a bunch of great friends both old and new. Friends and expanding or so i heard. Instead of rotting at home. People who shares similar interests and communicates on common wavelengths. You are free-spirited and soaring high. I realised i had been possessive. You and them go places we used to go together and doing things the both of us used to do in the great olden times. Places filled with memories. But all are in the past and i shall not go there because it still hurts sometimes. You go out in the evening and come home late to be continued the next afternoon. Something we used to do too. You are not tired when it comes to such outings and excuses will never be made to these people. You cherished their companionship and said that these are nice people. These people found a place in that heart. I am not exclusive no more. We do not spend time together but still i am pleased that each time there is a phonecall i hear good tidings. That this someone special is safe unharm and having fun. Since fun is something we no longer can experience. You have changed. Growing and still growing. I can as much as smile because that is all i can do. But do realise that i care. Someone once told me. Love someone sometime means letting go. To breathe and give space. If returned then it means it is for keep. But if not then it was never meant to be. I am holding on. Hoping for the best.

The Spirit Of The Spartan Lives On

Until now we used to say that the Greeks fight like heroes. Now we shall say the heroes fight like Greeks. From a speech Winston Churchill delivered from the BBC in the first days of the Greco-Italian war.

Sharill and i grew up reading Greek mythology. Fascinating.

From Tong

IF IT AIN'T BROKEN DON'T FIX IT!

When The Going Gets Tough The Tough Gets Going

So all is well as it seems. Me and him doing alright. I will not plan too much ahead and breathe. Just needed a good conversation. No involving feelings and we will do just about nice. Professional and rough. Shall listen more this time and learn to bend rules a little to compromise for the greater good. Be less stubborn minus morose. I do not have much choices and options are limited. I should not succumb to greed and appreciate what little moments left. I will cherish them. Quit holding on to the past and move on. I am afterall a man. Learn from the histories and not let them repeat. I understand our situation. I must get used to not getting what i want because this is life. Things are looking quite fine and i hope he will cooperate. Let it be smooth and peaceful. Past behind us and forward with optimism and big dreams. No one can be too sure what the future might bring.

Din the fat one with dimple i called brother going to Brunei tonight. Sigh. His itch for adventure. Going to miss this son of a gun. Do not forget to sms and call as promised. Or he will miss me i am sure. Din is tough. He will be fine in the jungles. But i am worried though. Things between me and Fad also looking promising. Oh and as for me and her situations could not get better and i am pleased. Shopping and meeting up and chatting and laughing. Nothing much to complain about home because brother had not been much of an ass as of late. He is more understanding amidst his hectic schedule making sure there is food on the table. Going to spend more time with the usual gang. School opening soon. It is true. Can get quite bored sometimes and i cannot wait to get started. I am not satisfied with results but i will excel harder. I promise. Life is looking bright and i am glad.

From Rina

Love is magic. The more we hide it the more it shows. If suppressed the more it grows.

From Sharill

Time heal all wounds. Relationship mended is sweeter then a stable one.

More Problems

I cannot see his face. I cannot chat with him and i regret calling. I thought nice i thought good. But enemies for life. There can not be peace. I tried so hard. This is it. Just cannot get along. It is impossible. I am hating that bastard more and more. Just die man.

I am not capable of so much hatred. It is not in me. Least i understood i tried. To amend and be better. But not going to happen. Histories and memories but no matter. Do not care at all this time. People sure comment but so be it. I hate him and he hates me more.

Two Years On

I thought we could continue from where we left off. But i was wrong. Some things just do not change.

Please Do Not Read

There are times when things seem just so wrong. Nothing i do is good enough. I tried. I tried so hard. Do not go. Disappear no more. Tired of this game. Not one of the smses and calls were answered. Jumping to grab the phone when it rings hoping that it was that moron is not fun. Before i go on let me just tell the readers that there is no point in this post. Just random crap. Four in the morning so just passing time. Let me release these pent up frustrations and nonsenses. Life is a pain. It is not meant to be simple. Full of challenges and hardships. Lessons to be learnt and experiences to gain. People to meet that will hurt us and mend us. Gosh i miss that bastard man. Then there are others that are plain idiotic and menacing. This post sounds depressing. Hmmm... Soccer is a bad bad sport. I got injured and then came the girls. Cheering and jeering as if understanding the game. But girls are fun. Girls are so fun. But it is the women that gets to me. I should not go on. Burp. Exam results out so so soon and school scheduled to commence real real fast. Hate it. This feeling of quitting. Sure. Do that and suffer later. Nope. Bad idea. Me not stupid. But i want out so bad. Sigh... Having so much fun man. Oh friends what would i do without them. School are for losers. One more annual to go and i am done with the papers. Shoot all of them in the head. Those bastards and assholes. Oh dear. Cannot no no. So i will get a job and get married about four times. Lots of babies. First child or son will be named Raphael. Cool dude. Teach him to fight and court the ladies. Leased a huge house and big cars at front porch or garage and a chopper at the helipad on the roof with a swimming pool. Shit a phone call at this hour.