Waiting in Line. Life's a monotonous train ride. i find myself waiting...just like a passenger staring out at the passing meadows. No matter how picturesque, it still feels secondary. What's of priority is reaching the next station. And i find myself waiting. No matter how hard i try to enjoy and appreciate the moment, deep down i just know that i'm still waiting...and i blame myself for not being able to break away from the conventional. Is it wrong? I have no clue...

For those who keep reiterating their point, you can't possibly comprehend how hard it is. I'm sorry. Forgive me or not...thats all i can say to you but i can't change how i feel. I've tried/failed/tried again/failed again...henceforth i seem to have resorted to ignoring it. Ignorance is a temporary solution, i have yet to find a permanent one.

Alright i'll stop emo-ing for a bit.

The crowd at today's NDP was pretty bleah...i could probably shout louder than 100 of them combined. Too bad i wasn't allowed to talk.(let alone shout) Though security is boring work, i get to watch the parade standing next to the VIP seats(and that's right smack in the centre). woots!!
So i ain't gonna complain about doing weekend extra duty just this once. SPDS/MB performance was awesome, fireworks was fabulous and i get to see eunice olsen pretty close. Now beat that! Hah...

HAPPY NATIONAL DAY SINGAPORE!!

Special Note to jeanna: though you may have went on to university and will be/have made new awesome friends but don't you ever forget me. Silly? Frankly, i'm quite worried. Serious.