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Sunday, October 12, 2008
And we all get all drunk in life @ 11:54 PM
The next few weeks will be spent in tuas, down at my client place. I don't really like my in-charge. Partly due to the fact that i cannot claim OT, which i must soon start getting used to. More importantly is his lack of emotion behind his actions. No gratitude, no appreciation, not even anger (perhaps i have been doing nothing too much wrong yet). No thanks, no sorry. Unemotional crap...
Ever since i start work, i noticed i am not the only jerk out there who keep thinking of the good old days. There will be times when my colleagues together with me will stray to the territory of the days of being 'wild', when it is alright not to be just another sheep in the flock of sheep, where it is normal to be that baa baa black sheep. But fast forward, it's over. I love simple good old reminiscence, I love to be able to watch cartoons every night, getting all so happy because i get to watch my favourite show on TV or just so tired after hours of sports that i lie on that ground beside and not think about anything.
I will look at pictures of the past, think of the happy and the sad. The little things that people write and stepping into familiar ground or things, it may just remind me of my family, my friends, or even ex. But because i am a lover of negativity so i tend to drown in the unhappy thoughts.
It sucks to have a lousy health, so even when i think i need to get a little tipsy i have to think twice. Which bring to the point that i have a medical check-up coming Tuesday, hopefully everything is fine. Though it can be a pain to be alive, i still think i am not ready for death yet. Till then may we all tread in the unknown and get to stay alive to tell the tale of what we want others to hear. And maybe we are all just drunk in our own ways with the bartender serving glass after glass, shots after shots of the liqueur called 'life'...
Will you drink it with me?
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