What he taught me, and I remember all the time:
"We've got to hold on, to what we've got
It doesn't make a difference if we make it, or not
We've got each other, and that's a lot
For love..."
Take my hand, and we'll make it, I SWEAR.
Monday, August 2
Sunday, March 28
Culmination.
As we go about in life, we discover people from all walks of life.
Its a walk of life, so most of them just really do simply come and go, just seemingly walk by us and disappear into the crowd, until perhaps life comes full circle and we meet them again.
But when you are walking TOGETHER in life, that's a totally different experience.
People that walk past you in life, would stop and recognize you or your significant other. Some people drop by to say hello, some just exchange words, some want things from you. Yet, there are others that totally come around, squeeze through the crowd and follow behind you. These people are what some people call, baggage.
There you are, two people, trying so hard to push through the crowd, and now you have to haul this baggage behind you...the only thing that happens is that you will start to walk even slower through it. So what do you do? You try to lose them.
But in a crowd, these people may catch up with you from time to time, when you least expect it.
What's the most effective way to lose baggage? You throw them out, the worthless irritating piece of junk.
Quite frankly, you have some nerve. Its sad for you to be living out some wimpy childhood dreams of an unrequited love with someone whom you have had the chance with in the past. It is inconceivable that you would expect your ex to get back to you when quite clearly, all that you are now is just a living, breathing example of the complete desperate. It is absolutely rude and disrespectful, that you would compare someone whom I hold in such a high regard, someone whom I always think is better than me in so many ways, to be similar to some lousy two-cent hostess that you probably made out with when you life was at its lowest. Because quite frankly, if you would have a lounge hostess as a girlfriend, I would question your total upbringing and morality, and try to compare if it was on par with your desperation and ego which I reckon is totally off the charts. I mean why don't you just go ahead and live your fairytale with your hostess, and while your at it, bring her home and introduce her to your parents, who would probably agree that you've finally found someone just like you and so perfect; And finally you can impress her with your oh-so-cool 20 year old scrambler which probably would not hold up to any SRNewbie in TM, where you can trail just to pose in your latest gears and post photos in facebook isn't it. And when you're done impressing her, don't forget to pay for her services because hostesses do make house calls too, didn't you know?
And then you get all lonely, you go to some underage teen-filled club and you accidentally cheat on your hostess girlfriend by kissing another girl who didn't ask for it and besides, you didn't mean it....but when you're done with your loser worthless life, you discover: "hey why don't I sms or drop a call to my ex girlfriend, maybe she's leave her boyfriend and get back with me so we can have a wonderful life together again, just like back then when my parents still bought me underwear", which chances are they still do, judging by your nostalgic flashback of a life.
I can deduce your thoughts and dreams in five minutes, because its long enough that I pulled you along for this ride, and now my arms are aching. I believe, it is time for us to let you go as you're nothing more than a product way past its expiry date, Syufian.
Its a walk of life, so most of them just really do simply come and go, just seemingly walk by us and disappear into the crowd, until perhaps life comes full circle and we meet them again.
But when you are walking TOGETHER in life, that's a totally different experience.
People that walk past you in life, would stop and recognize you or your significant other. Some people drop by to say hello, some just exchange words, some want things from you. Yet, there are others that totally come around, squeeze through the crowd and follow behind you. These people are what some people call, baggage.
There you are, two people, trying so hard to push through the crowd, and now you have to haul this baggage behind you...the only thing that happens is that you will start to walk even slower through it. So what do you do? You try to lose them.
But in a crowd, these people may catch up with you from time to time, when you least expect it.
What's the most effective way to lose baggage? You throw them out, the worthless irritating piece of junk.
Quite frankly, you have some nerve. Its sad for you to be living out some wimpy childhood dreams of an unrequited love with someone whom you have had the chance with in the past. It is inconceivable that you would expect your ex to get back to you when quite clearly, all that you are now is just a living, breathing example of the complete desperate. It is absolutely rude and disrespectful, that you would compare someone whom I hold in such a high regard, someone whom I always think is better than me in so many ways, to be similar to some lousy two-cent hostess that you probably made out with when you life was at its lowest. Because quite frankly, if you would have a lounge hostess as a girlfriend, I would question your total upbringing and morality, and try to compare if it was on par with your desperation and ego which I reckon is totally off the charts. I mean why don't you just go ahead and live your fairytale with your hostess, and while your at it, bring her home and introduce her to your parents, who would probably agree that you've finally found someone just like you and so perfect; And finally you can impress her with your oh-so-cool 20 year old scrambler which probably would not hold up to any SRNewbie in TM, where you can trail just to pose in your latest gears and post photos in facebook isn't it. And when you're done impressing her, don't forget to pay for her services because hostesses do make house calls too, didn't you know?
And then you get all lonely, you go to some underage teen-filled club and you accidentally cheat on your hostess girlfriend by kissing another girl who didn't ask for it and besides, you didn't mean it....but when you're done with your loser worthless life, you discover: "hey why don't I sms or drop a call to my ex girlfriend, maybe she's leave her boyfriend and get back with me so we can have a wonderful life together again, just like back then when my parents still bought me underwear", which chances are they still do, judging by your nostalgic flashback of a life.
I can deduce your thoughts and dreams in five minutes, because its long enough that I pulled you along for this ride, and now my arms are aching. I believe, it is time for us to let you go as you're nothing more than a product way past its expiry date, Syufian.
Tuesday, February 2
Through the bloodlines.
I MAY remember,
When I was a kid, I used to hate the time when you would come home after work at 5pm and force me to do chores when I wanted to watch just one tv show.
When I was in early primary, I used to hate that you forced me home from nyai's, even when I had a fever, even though we lived only next block.
When I was a teenager, I used to hate that my role model was my bachelor uncle and not my dad.
When I was in poly, I used to hate that you would force me to get a job by giving me 2 bucks a day.
When I was due for NS, I used to hate that you said I was useless.
When I finally made it to SGT, I used to hate that you boasted to your friends that YOU worked so hard SINGLE HANDEDLY raising me.
And I MAY remember,
Every scar on my back.
Every excuse I made about you and your behavior.
Every time you dig up dusty stories as if they were yesterday.
Every single day you kick up a fuss and the whole world has to revolve around you.
Every instance I remember that you cannot chose your parents, because if you can I wouldn't have chosen you.
I MAY forget,
Your mistakes and your shortcomings; but resenting and forgiving has a very thin line.
But I DO remember,
That I will never be and end up like you.
Never.
When I was a kid, I used to hate the time when you would come home after work at 5pm and force me to do chores when I wanted to watch just one tv show.
When I was in early primary, I used to hate that you forced me home from nyai's, even when I had a fever, even though we lived only next block.
When I was a teenager, I used to hate that my role model was my bachelor uncle and not my dad.
When I was in poly, I used to hate that you would force me to get a job by giving me 2 bucks a day.
When I was due for NS, I used to hate that you said I was useless.
When I finally made it to SGT, I used to hate that you boasted to your friends that YOU worked so hard SINGLE HANDEDLY raising me.
And I MAY remember,
Every scar on my back.
Every excuse I made about you and your behavior.
Every time you dig up dusty stories as if they were yesterday.
Every single day you kick up a fuss and the whole world has to revolve around you.
Every instance I remember that you cannot chose your parents, because if you can I wouldn't have chosen you.
I MAY forget,
Your mistakes and your shortcomings; but resenting and forgiving has a very thin line.
But I DO remember,
That I will never be and end up like you.
Never.
Friday, January 22
2301!
With reference to the girlfriend auditions...sorry to inform anyone that may have read this years back, auditions are now CLOSED. (as if anyone cared)
This post has been so late overdue...maybe due to my lack of time, or lack of planning or the lack of brain power to simply type this all down just to place it on record.
The past few months I have been going through something really amazing...something which I'd never thought I would find so soon, after being so lost for the past years or so since the last episode...
2301. Let it be a number that we never forget, and even if I do, let it be a day that I am always reminded of. HAAH 2301 or 0123, what's the difference.
Either way, its just a simple reminder that everyday I will live my life to love and cherish you, someone who was carefully implanted, hidden by the seeds of time into my life, to suddenly grow and bloom just when I needed you the most.
There must be some supernatural reason as to why our fingers fit, why we're so addicted to the toe bolster, why you think that being jiggly is cute, why your head fits my slanted dislocated shoulders, why you are a nurse, why i ride a dirt bike, why i wear blue, so many things...
Nobody said it was going to be easy. That's what you said isn't it...well it isn't. But it will be much easier, when you always have someone by your side.
True, in the service, partners are rostered and changed, but this one is rostered by someone of the highest ranking in the whole wide world, someone divine. If not chosen by the almighty, then at least chosen by ourselves. My partner, Mas Juliana Binte Mazlan. I choose you, PIKAMON! eh no. JULIMON!
What you may have read or will be reading in this blog may be impressions of me, expectations of what I can give because of what I was or what I am willing to be. But like I said, if I have chosen somebody, I will give the absolute best...and I can only pray that it is good enough.
Till then, I will always be a ROMEO sergeant. And its finally nice to say, I think someone's rostered for the JULIET.
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