83 . . . as i weigh #alamatperutbuncit
27 . . . . will be this year
45 . . . size foot . . . enough to make me back and forth finding the proper size
175 . . . enough far an Indonesian to be called tall *really?
18.5 years . . . too long to take into the workforce
10 years . . . is it enough to make me mature?
4 rounds . . . the deployments I've gone thru so far
20 or more . . . . are the countries I've visited
8 . . . cellphones I've used and had so far :D
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Sunday, May 01, 2011
Fond-Due
Like a liquid of possibilities . . we find ourselves in the whirlpool of crossroads.
Gettin closer, the swirl ends and off we are to each ends of the pool
Running and rotating each other, we see yet it is only when the spoon is dipped and rotated, only we can get back to the whirlpool of fondness
A sudden dip can abruptly stop the greet, but hey . . . only a cruel would dare to do such things
Served hot . . . such bond should always kept this way, for coldness it the sign of being thrown away
Melting like cheese . . . the sweetness must be preserved in anyway, for it keeps the smile awake
The fondness of touch . . . is due closely, as far away ness cannot help the ending swirl of fondness . . .
Gettin closer, the swirl ends and off we are to each ends of the pool
Running and rotating each other, we see yet it is only when the spoon is dipped and rotated, only we can get back to the whirlpool of fondness
A sudden dip can abruptly stop the greet, but hey . . . only a cruel would dare to do such things
Served hot . . . such bond should always kept this way, for coldness it the sign of being thrown away
Melting like cheese . . . the sweetness must be preserved in anyway, for it keeps the smile awake
The fondness of touch . . . is due closely, as far away ness cannot help the ending swirl of fondness . . .
Epitome of Freakness
Hah . . huh . . . heh . . hoh . . .Hih . . .
An amnesia of thoughts, really has left this soul dry through out the days living mundane stuffs . . . and now I’m already like . . . what the .... what’s going on with me?
An amalgamation of several stuffs such as social, assignments, futures, luckily no past but too much of a present >.<, all stuck up in one cramped room . . .
Not to be a moaner, but recent life has been the typical salary man life. Despite the neat tie, polished shoes and fancy clothes, you just end up doing the basic stuffs to fill out the senior staff’s work. The urge to make something out of the day has really been degraded into mere remembrance lately. Piled up by all other pragmatic errands.
And does it eat me? Somehow . . . YES!! First, you just feel you just wanna go home, lay your bed, be in one random sleep somewhere. Second, you just feel the sudden regret that weekend’s has passed. Third, you crave for any new entertainment that could fill up your soul. The fourth . . . the epitome of all . . . you just yearn and long for one answer. . . . when is all this gonna end??????????????????????Okay . . .it is rhetoric as it all has been decided, round the corner of may and june, but damn . . . it sure seems long. Never thought these times would be this full of boredom in a twisted manner never ever thought of. Then with all these moans, i wonder then . . . what if I’m a permanent staff . . . I’ld reckon feeling the same or even hellish things than I am.
Though saying to keep the positive vibration seems easy, maintaining and finding it is another thing. I guess the only thing to do in these times is to do what we do best at these moments . . . could be anything, but its a try to relinquish the better moments in life we had and use it as a spring or sort to bounce back up to the top I guess.
The next thing I’m eagerly waiting is the chance to take my leave. Really need a good getaway to detox my mind and routines from all the paperwork's of office. Already in the process of doing so, just hope all things go good ;).
I know that writing this wouldn’t do me any good as actions are more needed, but really . . . just felt the urge to write up something load to burn up all the bad things . . . .
An amnesia of thoughts, really has left this soul dry through out the days living mundane stuffs . . . and now I’m already like . . . what the .... what’s going on with me?
An amalgamation of several stuffs such as social, assignments, futures, luckily no past but too much of a present >.<, all stuck up in one cramped room . . .
Not to be a moaner, but recent life has been the typical salary man life. Despite the neat tie, polished shoes and fancy clothes, you just end up doing the basic stuffs to fill out the senior staff’s work. The urge to make something out of the day has really been degraded into mere remembrance lately. Piled up by all other pragmatic errands.
And does it eat me? Somehow . . . YES!! First, you just feel you just wanna go home, lay your bed, be in one random sleep somewhere. Second, you just feel the sudden regret that weekend’s has passed. Third, you crave for any new entertainment that could fill up your soul. The fourth . . . the epitome of all . . . you just yearn and long for one answer. . . . when is all this gonna end??????????????????????Okay . . .it is rhetoric as it all has been decided, round the corner of may and june, but damn . . . it sure seems long. Never thought these times would be this full of boredom in a twisted manner never ever thought of. Then with all these moans, i wonder then . . . what if I’m a permanent staff . . . I’ld reckon feeling the same or even hellish things than I am.
Though saying to keep the positive vibration seems easy, maintaining and finding it is another thing. I guess the only thing to do in these times is to do what we do best at these moments . . . could be anything, but its a try to relinquish the better moments in life we had and use it as a spring or sort to bounce back up to the top I guess.
The next thing I’m eagerly waiting is the chance to take my leave. Really need a good getaway to detox my mind and routines from all the paperwork's of office. Already in the process of doing so, just hope all things go good ;).
I know that writing this wouldn’t do me any good as actions are more needed, but really . . . just felt the urge to write up something load to burn up all the bad things . . . .
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