Sunday, March 30, 2008
Gap
The previous night out with the guys seriously damaged my body clock once again, proving that hanging out with them is hazardous to both my health and my fitness. Had half a mind to go up Mt Faber for a run, but a churning stomach after downing a cup of orange juice put paid to that.
Dozed off a little around 10, and now i'm as bright awake as a lighbulb. Hopefully, by tomorrow I'll be able to arrange my body clock back to the working schedule. It's not a great feeling really, when you walk in the streets and you feel the gap inside your soul. I don't believe it's driven by friends around me who just gotten together (congrats to bill and glo) but it's more of a self-realisation that brings about much introspective thinking.
Apart from my parents, who vailantly try their very best to cheer me up in their own ways, I've never received much fair share of cheering from friends. Despite being given short shrift, I've never felt greatly about it, even though I'm particular about birthdays but that's another story by itself. I guess, as I stepped into the lift, that she was the only person that really bothered to cheer me up when I'm down. It's one of the biggest regrets I've in these twenty six years and if I could turn back time, there's some stuff that I would want to change. The fact that she's the only person that bothers to cheer me up leads me to think if I'm heading in the right direction presently. Will anyone ever bother to cheer me up instead of calling me names to get me up?
Time will tell perhaps.
I'll still be one of the good guys
cos' there's just too many of the bad ones around.
Dozed off a little around 10, and now i'm as bright awake as a lighbulb. Hopefully, by tomorrow I'll be able to arrange my body clock back to the working schedule. It's not a great feeling really, when you walk in the streets and you feel the gap inside your soul. I don't believe it's driven by friends around me who just gotten together (congrats to bill and glo) but it's more of a self-realisation that brings about much introspective thinking.
Apart from my parents, who vailantly try their very best to cheer me up in their own ways, I've never received much fair share of cheering from friends. Despite being given short shrift, I've never felt greatly about it, even though I'm particular about birthdays but that's another story by itself. I guess, as I stepped into the lift, that she was the only person that really bothered to cheer me up when I'm down. It's one of the biggest regrets I've in these twenty six years and if I could turn back time, there's some stuff that I would want to change. The fact that she's the only person that bothers to cheer me up leads me to think if I'm heading in the right direction presently. Will anyone ever bother to cheer me up instead of calling me names to get me up?
Time will tell perhaps.
I'll still be one of the good guys
cos' there's just too many of the bad ones around.
