damian + turion

[040309] stroke the fire within, patiently, slowly, tenderly

the fire grows within me, stroke it patiently, stroke it consistently but most of all stroke it lovingly. let my will grow like iron which goes through the arduous testament of flames and heat before it becomes strong. let my will too be like iron in which i can depend on to move on in trying times and desolate moments. let my will personify me, to be one of a strong and virtuous character. Strength does not come from physical capacity, it comes from an indomitable will.

"watch your thoughts, for they become words.

watch your words, for they become actions.

watch your actions, for they become habits.

watch your habits, for they become character.

watch your character, for it becomes your destiny." ~unknown author

met up with triple niners for a dim sum lunch and dinner at indonesian joint in Lucky plaza. It's always nice to meet up with batchies after such a long time away as we talked about our lives thus far and how work has been and share experiences and bitch about nasty superiors or incidents. Time waits for no one and our endless monotony of work has already gave way to 6 months. 6 months since we've joined the company, how time flies when you're out in the working world.

I still remember the excruiating days of National Slavery whilst serving in the MLR-CDF (inside joke) where everyday was a day filled with despair and hopelessness as i dragged myself miserably out of bed at 5 am, report to work at 7am and leave only at 6 pm. Those were the days of cruel exploitation. Sanity was maintained (barely) only through the companionship of those 20 odd of us who similary were in the same fate, endured the same shit everyday, went home happy and woke up barely hours later, knowing that we were going to be going through the same old BS again.

ah, the good ol' days... reminiscing the good ol' days. Somedays, i wished i was back during those days, my sec sch life, my poly life, even my NS life. Life seemed much simpler then. less worries, less burdens.

世界是黑暗的 - 无色无味无意思

Yesterday's memories