Time to... Say Goodbye....

Our love affair started years ago.
3 years 11 months to be exact.


Over these years we've been through so much.
You followed to me to the far ends of Stink-apore.
You listened to me while I talked endlessly about my problems on the way home, or when I am murdering some songs.
You saw me cry, you heard me laugh.
You were there in those important moments of my life.


And through it all, you never complained. (but then again, how could you...)
But I guess the feelings just developed naturally.
Maybe it's your curves, maybe its your looks.
Maybe it's the vibes I get running my fingers through your body......
I'm still trying to find out...


But alas.
It seems that all good things must come to an end.
Time is running out.

My darling's leaving me.

It's not my choice, but I have no choice.
For the simple reason that... she's a surplus to the family...
It's evil of me, its selfish of me. It's not really me I suppose...

I'm sorry darling, it's finally time.
Time to say goodbye.

My darling...
You've been what I thought you were going to be, and much more....

Goodbye my darling.
It was good while it lasted.
And, it fate so decide, we may.
We just may... meet again.
Take care now, bye bye then....

A good day is...

1 part having a big-arsed presentation over and done with.
1 part having your boss telling you "good job" for the presentation.
1 part settling a bank transaction that should have been done ages ago.

And 7 parts having you, being you.

Today.
So far, so good...

Steps.....

One small step for mankind.
One big step for me.

Thank you for letting me step into your world.

Words...

"You think that I don't even mean a single word I say...
It's only words
And words are all I have
To take your heart away"

-- "Words" by Boyzone

Rather ironic was randomly played on the way back.
And rather funny how I think of Mr Snake aka Yz with his famous: "Words are cheap lah, in fact, they so cheap its free!"
Sometimes, I just have to agree with him. Sometimes.
Surprisingly, tonight was one of those times.

I've tried walk the talk.
I thought I finally beat the offside trap this time.
I did.
But I stumbled.
And the past caught up with me.
I fended it off, I pushed the ball away.
Only to find the future standing stoic between the goal posts, daring me with a sardonic smile.
I looked it straight in the eye.
I pulled my leg back.
I struck the ball as best as I could.

Now I can only pray.
Pray that I struck it with enough strength, conviction and resolve.

Because if I didn't I will try.
Again.
And again.

And I think somehow, my iPod can sense my mood.
Creepy...