Shifted:

Ar, since June. :)

Life's gone low enough to climb high now.

With a new work environment, things relaxed. My emotions calm and my mind cool. The pace of education are pushed just the same, but the care for subordinates really changes the dynamics of work. I'm glad i made the choice to move on. I'm leading a much fulfilled life.

Work aside, my social life is all but expanding. With age, caution tags along. Where I previously open myself to people from all walks of life, I stick to familarity and comfort now. When I teased the older generation for believing one best friend is suffice all your life, I never thought there'll come a day I'll eat my own humble pie.

Presently, I need simply sincere, honest and unabashed friends. They are more than enough for me now. What I'll say: Thank you for being there.

On another entirely different topic:
Do you believe in destiny, fortune, designated station in life?
Do you live by the principle of "Time will tell"?

I do now. I do all too well.

I've my family, friends and career. I'm drawing a salary which few in my age group is comparable. I'm living a life which brings me through the way I dictate.

There's nothing else I would ask for.

Do you?

There's something seriously wrong with this school.

11 calls, 12 sms since 7am in the morning. That's not counting yesterday's. All calls show there's no communication amongst staff, no cooperation and system in place in a school which they pride themselves as "running on excellence."

Which part of "HOME QUARANTINE" do they not understand? Are there other meanings to I'M SICK? IF there IS, I'm NOT aware of it. Enlightenment me PLEASE. If not, sick patients requires UNDISTURBED REST! Not updates every half an hour.

These people call themselves educators. On what?

Bachelor of Disturbing Patients.
Bachelor of Being Staff from Hell.
Bachelor on Lets-dig-the-sick-staff-from-sleep-and-ask-them-to-do-work.

Another call and I'll scream into the phone, I swear.

I'll scream till no voice is left to me. I'll scream till my vocal chords break. I'll scream till the whole block hears me. I'll scream till the police knocks on my door.

It's not a threat. It's a fact.

Its been a long time.

Application for leave has been submitted but not approved. DEPRESSION spelt in caps all the way. But wallowing in self pity is plain boring after the initial petting by everybody.

Optimism has never come in more handy in life. After all the crying, its time to stick out the guns and fire away the bitches.

Oh work!

Hongkong was a fantastic retreat! Dim Sum and food will never be the same again. For the same price we pay in Singapore, we get an extra large bowl of noodles with REAL MEAT N PRAWNS in Hongkong. Our minute servings just makes me appreciate foreign cultural food more. And that is not speaking of beef brisket yet. Get me started on that and my keyboard will be flooded at the end of the sentence.

Food aside, the sassy women's presence are always accompanied by their super loud talkings. I dont wonder there's no need for loudspeakers when doing promotions. Moving to the males, MAngo got it best. "I dont want a Singaporean man, I want a hongkie." Walking from one end of the street to the other end doesnt ever happen without "Mr Reynooolds, you're sooo FIne!"

On the surface, its pure bimbo talk. But it helped me ease off all horrible environment I've suffered for months and made me realise I need my baby more than I thought.

All these while of being together for everyday makes me take things for granted.Time apart does wonders. :)

And this time round, I'm back for good, Baby :)

First day down.

I have to tell myself to be strong, that I can do this alone.

Honestly, I'm not so sure. I'm not even sure I can last this week in the state I am now. But at least at some points of today, I find myself insisting I can, however terrible it gets.

Just when I thought the worse is here and I'll just grin and bear it out, the low really struck. At points in my life, I have felt the lows of life so badly that it's shaken my confidence to face the world as me. But today was simply the mother of all fucked days after these 2 nights.

I used to have a cushion to allievate all unhappiness and minimise all damage I've suffered emotionally.

But what happens now when the support is precisely the one who is digging your insides now?

Me:"Do you think the status we display in our friendster and facebook affects our relationship?"
Ryan:"It certainly does. If you claim you love this person, you'll definitely want the whole world to know you're with him/her. You want that recognition for yourself too. Even if in reality, you do showcase him/her as your love, it should be uniform in all virtual settings too."

But it has never been the case for me. Has this been the prick ever since then?

Why do we always only blog when negative strikes?
Like Ryan mentioned, I guess its coz loneliness has never gotten better company than the internet.

This day is terrible. Terrible to bear. terrible to return to even in memory.

I wish there is some way where you can leave this world physically without hurting youre family.