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Wednesday, September 24, 2008
after so long @ 10:23 PM
Its my 3rd week at work already, and training is ending. It has been three rather boring but slack weeks. After training ends this week, it will be time to welcome work and more work despite how much i don't want it. So i will be counting down the days and hours.
In the meantime coming this Friday, every group will be given an opportunity to present what have we learnt for the past weeks. Hopefully there will be plenty of laughter and joy around to share. I am sabo-ed to be the emcee with another colleague. I hope come that day i will find it more fun than a chore, though it is the opposite now considering that we need to prepare a draft of what we are going to say and do. I mean come on, i don't even prepare my presentation in school when it is graded. crap....
I am watching prison break season four. Suddenly i just had this thought in my mind, whats the price for salvation. And when i put that on my nick, one guy said i think someone already did that for you. I have some sort of an idea what is he referring to and i find it a little funny. Not in any offensive way but i just keep thinking why didn't i feel saved.
I think there is a price to everything, i haven't found it yet. Or maybe someone really did pick up the bill for me, just that i haven't leave table or ask the waiter.
During lunch time, some of us were on the topic of childhood, about all the games and things we do when we were young, and they seems so far away. All of us seems so happy and cheerful talking about it. But after the laughter end, it is a silence that followed. Maybe we all realise its a time that should no longer be called our. And perhaps rightfully so, we are working adults, and childhood seems like a forgotten term that happened many years back.
If only 2046 (you have to watch the show to understand) exists, i will love to bunk in there once in a while. Maybe it will be the place that never change for me too.
Nobody
Name: Brandon
A broken bottle of liqueur,
Empty and stale without a single ripple.
Brewed in the forgotten year of 1984,
A spirit that none will tip to pour.
Lock up in a cold cellar of no summer or fall,
Maybe it has no right to ask for any more.
Will you buy it and bring it out to thaw,
Give it some warm or amore