damian + turion

[210407] isolation

so another weekend has arrived, another week is about to pass... nothing changes, work still beckons at marche, tiredness threatens to overwhelm my mind and body and my life in camp is still as untenable as it was... life really is boring for me... been ages since i've actually met up with the yishun kakis to walk ard town or just hang around...

firrdaus has joined the marche crew and i realised that marche's turning into a mini TCC of sorts mainly due to the influx of former tcc crew, at last count there were to be 9 tcc crew formerly of Cineleisure to be working, either starting today or have already started... Arif and me makes 2 from AT, Sulaiman was supposed to start and to top it all off, Siti and Jason - Former management staff from TCC... hope they bring some much needed laughter and fun to the workplace... work begins again...

Chris Daughtry - Home

I'm staring out into the night,
Trying to hide the pain.
I'm going to the place where love
And feeling good don't ever cost a thing.
And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.

Well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home.
Well I'm going home.

The miles are getting longer, it seems,
The closer I get to you.
I've not always been the best man or friend for you.
But your love, it makes true.
And I don't know why.
You always seem to give me another try.

So I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home.
I'm going home.

Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all,
And then some you don't want.
Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all, yeah.

Oh, well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old.
I said these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home.
I'm going home.

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