My days of blogging, drowns when I tire down and fall into laziness once again, or maybe it was all just written and let out in myself. Updates will be up soon.Taking the challenge was never that easy
when we had so much to consider.
Friday, September 28, 2007
Missing this train for me to catch the other -
Friday, September 21, 2007
Taking it to the bridge.
Monday, September 17, 2007
You're just the template of his faults.
With all the events throughout my three weeks, I believe it was a holiday well spent, from Perth, to meet ups, and Oktoberfest to tip it to a higher notch. For now, in hope for a greater blast back at school. Great thoughts W14P. Warmest to W25G. A great deal of thoughts to relatively good times, I hope there is something more, much more to look forward to, as I do not think school for two months and three weeks with Reflection journals and presentations to do daily will be something of this extend. Till then.
Sunday, was to recover from all the late nights after work and supper the morning before as I reached back to my shelters close to five thereabouts.
Thus to Sat,
The afternoon greeted with me having to remember that I have got work later that evening. So impressions of the place made, overall a very happening event, with loads of energy with countless runs of beer. The three days and nights in summary was cool, the classic three, Sherman, Ben and I can top the notch of slacking for money. Not being too greedy or anything to that extend but I guess you could call it working smart. As when it came to work I really did it, with the fullest of my service which I got a couple of good comments from the ever so friendly Germans, even locals and others. Their smiles and thanks were all that I needed to keep my good service as I would aspect when I exchange roles as me being the customer to receive this kind of service. Full of laught and experience throughout. Met new friends and bummed into some, from Saint Pats and Mitch and Charmaine. Music was enjoyable despite the repeats of many Swiss and German tranditionals. Club beats to Salsa and even hip hop rocked the night, which enforced more broken tables and seats as the crowd went wild after a couple of drinks and Jaga shots. The level of energy and good dance and music vibes made each night eventful. What more, good company of ex classmates and friends, new and old. A special thanks to Sin Yee for this opportunity, without her I wouldnt have got this priceless expreience and the reason to be rich for a least the first two weeks of school reopening, thanks! The pics will do some more talking and the rest to my memories. The last night ended with going bananas down at the dance floor, dancing to the beat, chats and laught, lorry ride with 20 or more people with crappy yet funny jokes in it. Supper not far from Bt Batok and a loud happening cab ride back. Unforgettable in much of a way.
Monday, September 10, 2007
Wont it be good for me to be the reason ^
Missed, but he dont chase `
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
It wasn't any escape `
Jap dinner before we return. Pics are from the most recent (top) to (bottom) - First day onwards. Thats Perth from me to you guys.
"Cats " Are free rides through the city of the town. Such generous transport.
"Egg nog - Quite a nice drink. Food and me. Loads of buys. More on my Nikes I got my hands on in my upcoming post. "
"Nights are at times dangerous. Already on my second night stay, police and drunks hit at it. Down my hotel view."
About Me
- Truth in the lies and his quotes inside.
- Singapore, Serangoon Gardens.
- I wouldnt say I'm that much of a simple guy who lives down the street with little motives running through his head, cause that wouldnt be me neither would it be that simple. Like most and all others, a man who transits between his faith, hopes and downs back to reality where either or neither both be found. If I was to state me as simple, then it places my aims to the test. Defying the oughts of nothing but the simple truth, sad and drown, torn yet driven to find out why and the reason he was brought here in aid to comprehend his fingerprints and the complex map as if a form of hardcore tattoo arcoss his palm printed; he urges his story to unfold, crushes the young chapters but alike an innocent kid, places it under his pillow. What will you do if you came back to life and held the object and subject who killed you? To meet and yet be part of the director of this enticing thriller yet dramatic plot of my life.