… Language is leaving me in silence.

… Hands that reached for warmth only to grasp the stone cold surface; eyes that bore into mine but without soul … Lips that moved but no words come out … why, oh why?

If you are reading this, can you tell me why?

… Imagine an image of a still-growing flower with tender, pink petals, and a little thundercloud that goes *boom* above it, and the raindrops that follow mercilessly pierces and destroys the petals.

Probably not in my position to paint such a picture but well, that’s what’s happening around.

I strive to remain positive.

Lows:

• Grumpy colleague.
• School starts next Monday.

Moderates:

• Cynicism and the likes.

Highs:

• Harry Potter opens! Anyone watching? :P
• Steamboat @ Holland V Crystal Jade + cake for  the “Baby” of the team.
• Management Meeting @ offsite

A phone conversation on one particular afternoon goes like this ….

Caller: “… You forget to come down to get your document?”

Receiver: “… Erhhh … no …. it was too late by the time I remembered.”

Caller: “ …. *laughs* So you forgot lah.”

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(P.S: I was the Caller.)

“Are you an angel?”

“No, I’m a devil in disguise.”

… called mine.

… there is an end.

But for every end, there is a new beginning.