Breakaway... Shattered Into Pieces... Things that mended my wounds on the way... ~~Salvation~~

It has been weeks since I last blog... so many things or I would say shits has happen... To study again is another new challenge for me. Teaches me how to cope with my stress AGAIN.

Handling work and studies at the same time is still acceptable for the time being, just that its tiring though. Lots of stuffs has happen this few weeks, had steamboat with Damien, Yunz & Bren... Look for Amin at CNL, went for K-boxing after that, had lots of fun singing & chatting. Met new staffs e.g. Shawn & Starkey... both are nice guys... Still taking the same usual long walk with Damien every single chance I have,(It has become a distinct stress reliever for me) perhaps its the company that makes me feel this way.

Just hit one of my few rock bottoms lately, a friendship that could no longer carry on was to be abandon... I was talking on the phone with Meiling and had came to realise that I should let the friendship go... It has reached a point that both of us couldn't even understand what each of our minds were thinking. Too much... too much chances, excuses and forgiveness were given. Nothing could pillar this friendship any longer. Priorities have changed so did the common topics that we used to have... There's nothing left... perhaps the memories that still linger around. I couldn't describe what I was feeling at that time... just felt like a piece of shit...

Broke down into tears after that conversation, to make things worse, I finally get to see Sharon ever since our last BBQ session with my ''weeping'' face. Felt so bad that I couldn't really have a nice talk with her after we finally met. Too bothered by those idiotic stuffs... I really suck at that point of time, everyone in the outlet could see me crying... SHOCKED! that's what their expression told me. Tim came to console me asking if I want to talk things out but I wasn't listening to him at that time. I could only catch what he was trying to convey after he repeated his sentence 3 freaking times. I rejected his offer because I could neither talk or think at that point of time, in addition, when I create a shit, I don't want to pass it to other people and tell them to clear it for me because they too have their own problems and worries to settle. Nevertheless, I still appreciate Tim for showing me the concern that I really needed, not to miss out the rest of my RX staff. Went to change and cleanse away the thoughts that still bothers me and continue to concentrate on my work. (Was actually amazed that I could really do that.)

I stayed for the 2 hours of carpet cleaning and discussed certain issues regarding RX with Wati... we shared same sentiments about the recent changes in RX, that includes the staff, feelings of everyone and problems each of us are facing now. Certainly had an enriching talk, watching Wati trying her best to work out stuffs further than what it means of being a manager really made me admire and respect her more, not like someone (Chix Pat aka Crusty Curry Chicken Pattie)

After that, went to meet up with Damien. Sat down at one of the areas of Boat Quay where we could catch a nice view of the night lights and river. Talk to him about my problems, felt so much better after that. Went to eat with him at Bugis Hawker Centre, ate carrot cakes. I was staring at the plate of carrot cake using the fork to stir, couldn't seem to eat it up... sadness still lingers around me... It was then Damien saw my faceless expression and told me not to think anymore, he somehow talked some sense into me making me feel ''useful'' again. Went to check out the balloon floating and the busting bass heard from faraway for the pass few days walking back with him... came to realise that it was a rehearsal for the upcoming labour day celebration. Here's the picture...
We continued our walk till we parted at Little Indian... Took the MRT back home and saw my long bosom friend JunLong which I didn't seem to have any chances of meeting him at NYP, lost contact with him for so long and met him in such an awkward place and timing. Well, its all up to fate to decide... Had a non-stop talking session with him and exchanged contacts, hope I won't lose it this time.

Well, in conclusion, perhaps its not that bad after all, certain important people made me understand that I'm not alone, they made me feel appreciated of the things I've done. Thinking of the ''up-rooted'' friendship made me realise that its not the end, its part and parcel of life... I need to learn to live with it... every setback, every problems, every memories just made me who I am now, giving me the energy to continue what's left untouched on my journey to the end...

Haiz... I guess I'll end here... its 4 in the morning already... Night...