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Tuesday, December 12, 2006
turning the leaf...

Its all very mixed up and jumbled. All far too complicated for this simplistic mind of mine. Even with a rush of answers that passed by, I couldnt catch it all, no not all of it. Not even some of it. I watched as the echoes to the answers of my problems were being screen before my very thoughts. As it kept on flashing and flickering upon these simple eyes, a simple tap of reminder upon my shoulder was all that was required to jolt me back to the life that is upon me. Welcome back to reality.

Welcome to the harsh and bickering world where only the ruthless will survive. Where you will constantly sit upon your regular throngs of lunch hour crowd, and upon the same tables that you normally reside, all of you would just bitch and complain on the atroscity of life and work. Begining with, "how was your weekend" is just a polite yet effective way of letting the floodgates open to the humongous amounts of complaining.

I am no different from these crowd of people. I would find out later in the day, that my pocket has been burnt with a hole so huge, I can put my whole arm through. The buffer that was sitting there comfortably just before Raya is now just a layer of small crisps notes that are soon to be burnt up as well.

The only difference that I can find in myself from the mundane routine that I trek upon is the adventurous 2nd life I lead as a secret superhero, a double agent, or what not wonderful character that would pounce out of a comic called 'Death Not.' Heh. The only theme song that I can find which alters my life is when my cell blares ever so softly in my pants the call of the man with his famous red undies. The guy called Superman, or otherwise now known as Ridak. Haha. By day, he lives a boring life. Acting Busy every minute in his plant, in front of his laptop pretending that hes ensuring all the medication in the warehouse would be able to be migrated into the new system. By night, he leads a superb life ensuring that no one would need medicine. He tries his very best that people would lead a healthy and rewarding life. Living not in fear of sickness and being able to live life fully to the max.

Haha. Just what am I blabbering about! Thats quite a load of my chest. The session just now with the bermuda gang was refreshing with a great different activity. Neighbourly exchanges are great as well and certainly helps much release of stress. Hah. Just what am I blabbering about!

You go figure k. Get back to me with an answer if you can (",)

when darkness turns to light @ 12:55 am