Euphoria.

Its been a heart-stopping night for EPL action.
I thought we were going down during half-time.

But. Thank heavens.
We won 4-2.
For the treble boys.

Dailies.

Yes i know. =)

Stumble.

I feel like i am tumbling down the rabbit hole. Head-first.
I think i will be ok at the end. Only that. When is the end?


All the best babe in Shanghai! I look forward to my "Kris-flyer accumulated ticket" to visit you!

Departure.

One by one they start leaving.
Without any source of remorse.
Beyond the shoulder I wait.
Only to be left behind forever.

Make it big wherever you may go. I am only an expensive phonecall away.

Pioneer.

Since i am bored and have nothing to do. I shall post my first ever photo-journal entry!
And what better topic to start off then showcasing the people at work!


Here am I in Smart Four Uniform at work!


And that is Wayne, my upper-study. Notice the similar grins?


The former photographer, now NSman Alvin!


My artistic boss Kip! Ho ho.

I must pardon for the lack of photos in my blog. It is never my intention to make it ultimately boring, but being unable to bring a camera around due to obvious SAF reasons has been a bummer.

Oh. We happen to have a portable PC from HP that has a camera if you wanted to know about these pictures.

Flip-flop.

I think i am havin the Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde syndrom. One part of me loathes him. The other part cares. Its certainly painful.

I need my elixir. Can anyone offer me one?

Little Pleasures.

Me, Myself, a bowl of chicken macroni soup and Internal affairs. Welcome to the on-lunch-duty life.

Renewal.

Changing of status is a love-hate thing.

Confused.

I am tired, but refused sleep.
I am dirty, but refused baths.
I am lonely, but refused calls.
I am hurting, but refused cures.
I am loved, but refused love.

Love.

Dearest Celine,
Ever since I saw you my Smile spun dizzily. Even now, my heart throbs at the merest mention of your name. Your legs is the paragon of perfection, more beauteous than the graceful tiger. Each morning when I begin to photographing, I see your face before me, as vast as esplanade and my heart is wounded as if shot by a katana. Each day my passion for you grows like the mighty raintree. To share one kiss with you, I would cheerfully eat 12 pounds of celery. I would wait 4 3s to be with you. Meet me tonight at Ichiban so that I may stare into your lovely green eyes while we share Inari.

Dont ask.