Bee like a buzz

Just for the record.

I rather live in a day to day reality where it hurts when someone slaps you in the face. Rather that dreaming a beautiful fantasy life only to wake up 7 hours later to face the inevitable disappointment (which includes having late supper with Megan Fox in Brickfields).

I'm happy with the way things are right now.

Now.. It kinda feels like I'm reading a really good novel, in which I knew how the ending is gonna be like. No more unfold twisted surprises in the end. And yet somehow knowing the ending is not deterring me from continuing reading it.

Bla bla yada yada, I should be doing some work now.
But whadaheck... I had done quite a lot today including these last few days.
Quite happy with the progress.. plus the fact I've been given Thursday and Friday off as well.


You make me smile like a sun, Fall outta bed
Sing like a bird, Dizzy in my head
Spin like a record, Crazy on a Sunday night
You make me dance like fool, Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold,

... and Bee like a buzz.

Quarter past forever

It's sometime between midnight and sunrise where I found myself lost somewhere between now and forever.

It has been nearly a year since I last call them.

Calling all angels... I need you near to the ground.

I miss you dearly
Can you hear me on your cloud?

Itchy

A middle age accountant sat in front of me in the clinic looking calm and collected.

You got HIV.

Oh okay.

Have you ever used intravenous drug illegally before .. y'know cucuk sendiri, sharing needles?

No.

Ever received blood transfusion?

Nope.

Sex with any other girl beside your steady partner.

Er... No

That "er.... no" sounds like a yes to me.

(short pause...) Yeah.

You got to tell your partner that you have this, and use barrier method like condom whenever you guys are having sex.

Er... okay.

(the second er... gave me an itchy butt)

****

Trust need to be earned, not given.

I re-learn it in a hard way recently.

A second chance

This evening I had an argument with a certain professor who is supervising my thesis. Now that can't be good.

I don't know why I risked engaging myself in such a dangerous situation. It could be due to the hot weather that burns down my throat or perhaps a poor sod flapped its wing in Buenos Aires. I suspect it hasn't got anything to do with that expired Mee Sedap 'perasa bawang goreng' with lots of chillies I ate last night either.

No matter what the aetiology was that created my state of volatile emotion which beget this labile action, the consequences could be disastrous to my future employment in this hospital.

I hope I'm not turning back into the man I was many years ago.

I hope I could undone some of my actions in the last few weeks.

I hope the tenant who live on the top floor would stop moving his furniture at 2 in the morning.

I hope for so many things in life now....

... but the one I'm hoping for the most is a second chance from her.