yesterday nite.. i went to hq bout 2315 hours.. ask me why..cuz i don wanna stay at home to sleep.. ask me why..cuz i have to go for duty at about 0300 hours.. ask me why i wanna go..don ask me why..cuz i dunno also.. from 2315 hours until the next day punya 0300 hours.. i did nothing except waiting.. waiting the time to pass and waiting for someone.. i was on the balcony most of the time.. cuz i couldn't find any companion..i look at the sky.. it's beautiful although there isn't much stars and the moon wasn't visible.. but i do like the sky and the road without cars.. from the top..i can c junbin and someone.. mr wang and others bbq-ing.. i dunno y time passes so quickly cuz in a blink of an eye.. not a blink la..many thousands blinks la.. my phone showed..0245 hours..
i got rdy by 0250 hours and she's not here yet.. briefing was short and clear..she's not here yet.. attendance had taken..she's not here yet.. she's late..cuz someone was late to fetch her>.<>.< damn cool..i nvr seen ppl run that fast in marathon.. they sapu those drinks like dunno wad..
small small detail don tell la.. we were told the duty will end at 1500 hours.. ended up..ambulance fetched 3 teams bak including us at 0845 hours.. we were like..y so early wan? their answer was..ur station end liao..no more running throuh ur station.. haha? yeah can go bak earlier.. to sleep!!!!!!!
we wait..wait..wait..wait.. until 1200 hours like that.. everyone came bak except group 13 cuz they're the last group.. felt so sorry for them.. we took lunch..and i was called up to MR tan.. =.= i wont be telling u wad's he told me.. but i was damn pissed..and wad make it worse.. i caused someone kena marah too..it's all my fault.. y should she get the scoldings?? anyway..i wanna say sorry..although i've already said it many times..
i think i reached home about 1? got bath and stuff.. and slept till 1900 hours..cuz i was freaking tired.. damn freaking tired!!! it's 2201 now.. i don blog more le la.. bye bye..
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
