I straightly hit the sack after 9pm everyday. Been tired with work. Been tensed.
So long and Have a great life
In the past 10 months, 3 persons have vanished from my life. The first one to take a hike is abah. God knows how I’ve been coping with my lost when out of the blue Macca decided not to be in the picture anymore. While I am still coping with these 2 losses, my fave companion has decided not to be a part of my life.
As a consequence, I am now a bit reluctant to have any close contact with people. At the office, I hang out with my fellow colleagues occasionally. Most of the time, I’d be in my cubicle spending my time with reading and sometimes, I hang out with friends for lunch.
I begin to feel afraid that everybody would leave like these 3 people.Is it weird? Nope. You’ll understand how it feels like to having to experience these losses like me. You'll understand the meaning of being lonely.
Pic of the week
Had a great fun at the party though some people had complained about my failure as AJK MAKAN. Whatever!
This would be one of my fave pics. Might as well print it out and paste it in my cubicle. I found out that DC, the guy who sits in the next cubicle always checks out my drawer. We both are chocoholics and he knows that I always have lots of choc in my drawers. I can’t seem to understand why he likes jelly so much!
Day by day I float my paper boats one by one down the running stream.
In bid black letters
I write my name on them and the name of the village where I live.
I hope that someone in some strange land will find them and know who I am.
I load my little boats with shiuli flower from our garden,
and hope that these blooms of the dawn will be carried safely to land in the night.
I launch my paper boats and look up into the sky and see the little clouds setting thee white bulging sails.
I know not what playmate of mine in the sky sends them down the air to race with my boats!
When night comes I bury my face in my arms and dream that mypaper boats float on and on under the midnight stars.
The fairies of sleep are sailing in them, and the lading ins their baskets full of dreams.
Sir Rabindranath Tagore