what's there left....?

okay... i survived my first duty clerk... nothing major happened... thank God... the captain looked really fierce... but he was nice la... slack in fact... slept better than me... lol... i woke up each time some one came in to take keys...

freakin tired after the whole thing... i still had to dig through the piles of papers to find the missing documents... still suffering the after effects....


you know... sometimes it's hard to believe someone who praises himself... it's like that lao wang saying... about him selling melons... so really... no mistakes...? i mean come on... that this was all planned from the start...? must be some kind of warped psychology isn't it...? doesn't take much sense to know the results of such a decision... and i get reminded of it every single damn day...

some art pieces just don't get appreciated...

my conclusion...? just for plain amusement... i'm sure i don't deserve all this at all...


there was a time when the weekends were a time of refuge... away from... everything... well... how times have changed... how they have changed... and you're trying to tell me that it isn't a mistake...? a little bit not convincing you know...


then i've always trusted you... i found it easy to talk... but circumstances have changed... the less i say might be better... though sometimes there's really just no one else...

it is my wish that... well i don't know...

how come everything just went topsy-turvy in just a fortnight...? and still it isn't a mistake.... that it was all planned... if it were story... we would all go "LOL noobified kena pwn joo!!!" by now...

i seriously beg to differ...