No stories. No news. No nothing. Yes, I've officially reached the level where blogs are just blogs and that ranting your stuff online happens to be a 'no-no' thing if you want to keep a low profile BUT, finally a BUT in the sentence, I don't really care who reads this blog and the 'aftermath' of reading it. See, the blog link itself is called
'reminiscencesofapiz' not
'readthistomakeyouhappy'. So get the idea right. Though you have the power, and cash hopefully, to sue me for whatever I post here, you don't have the right to jump to conclusions before asking for verifications from the blogger himself. So, do you still want that lawyer or should I just get a butcher knife instead?
The past few days have been wicked. I'm having this sudden urge to make the summary of the days in one liners. So hit me.
FridayWent to Singapore Polytechnic to watch a musical which was 'kick ass' but draggy and ended the day meeting an old friend who happens to stay in the vicinity.SaturdayCrazy shit because the Babies were running from Suntec City to Bukit Panjang Plaza from morning till night and that was one of the best performance we had so far but what a waste Mummy couldn't be there.SundayWent off, across the borders, to eat our stomachs out and spend some quality time with the family.MondayWas too tired to even try slacking somewhere so the sack was the only option in the list.
So you thought that was fun, wait till you hear about today.
Question. What do you get if you put four guys together? One was feeling sick while the other three were high on laughter.
See, it's an open ended question and there ain't any right or wrong answers. What you have to do now is just imagine this scenario. Everyone's laughing like crazy till laughing becomes a sin cause your mouth starts to cramp up real badly and it's only you smilling out loud but nothing comes out from your mouth. Are you getting what I'm saying? Well, if you don't really know, I guess you have to hang around this four guys, who happen to be really nice people, and experience it for yourself. But a word of caution though, this four guys are so 'doink' I swear you'll go home and wished you never came out. Don't worry, they won't bite.
I was lying on my bed, thinking about stuff that I shouldn't be thinking about during that hour cause I know I won't sleep if I had actually put some thought into my thoughts. What kind of bloody English is that?! Nevermind. So back to the story, so while I was thinking, it came to me that my life's been one hell of a ride. No, it's worse than a ride. It's time to settle down. It's time to tone down a little and find something that I lost a long time ago. I want to go back but with this lifestyle I'm living, it might take a little longer. This few lines are going to quite hard to understand cause they are running freely, so please feel free to browse somewhere else cause it's my time to do my own reflection.
I've experience first hand. It's not that I don't know but I don't want to know. It's hard to leave something you enjoy. It's harder to say goodbye. But somethings have to end cause you have people up there who want you to do your best and be your best. It's difficult to catch the bus after it leaves. Running for it seems to be endless and how fast can you run to actually stop the driver.
We know it's just a word. People change as time goes by. It's some random four letter word that people use to make others happy. But what about that other words that come after that four letter word. It's hard to admit defeat cause you've been there and done that. You've esperienced it and it got to you so badly that you may never want to try again. Trying is one thing, trying to try is another. There's always something that holds you back. And I'm grateful it does cause that something happens to be called memories. A nice thing but like everything else, it has it's days when it feels that we deserve it.
You make me wonder if it wil happen again. Signs are out of the question cause there were times you were reluctant. I know my grounds cause I've been to many places and somehow, it has developed this sense of instinct that only I'll understand. This gut feeling. But, words are just words. So many times I've tried but fail...
.: iF I Say gooDBye :.
