"You can't break my spirit, it's my dreams you take.." - James Blunt

Watching someone grow is amazing.

From how he whines and squirms his way out of a mess to how he proudly struts into an alley of houses guarded by growling, barking dogs and still keeping his cool.
Hunter is now outta "pup-hood" and has matured into an adult Siberian husky.
He is known throughout my little estate.

“You can’t break my spirit, it’s my dreams you take...” – James Blunt

Trying his utmost to act coy, he sticks his tongue from the side and gazes at you with his adorable eyes glistening from the reflections from any light source.
By being unbelievably adorable, he tends to get away with stuff.
Well, not when I'm around.

He takes the wind with him when he runs.
Just when you think you're about to catch up with him, he steps into another gear and speeds off into the sunset. Imagine what I had to go through to catch him when he ran off. Never can I erase the memory of that episode.

In time, Hunter will grow to understand, cherish and reciprocate the unconditional love that's been showered upon him constantly.

“When you know that you just don't know...” - Damien Rice

Last night, Good triumphed over Evil, as the Footballing Gods in the form of Liverpool brought down Chelski to its knees in the English FA Cup semi final. The rubles of a certain Mister Roman Abramovic could not buy the silverware after Chelski looks set to have EPL Trophy for the second season in succession.

“When you know that you just don't know...” - Damien Rice

Going to work on a Monday morning is always laden with lethargy, especially if the traveling saps away the energy from you. Every time the second hand ticks, it gently ebbs away the life out of you. You’d just want to turn around and head home.

But I’ve got to persevere. I’ve got to try withstanding the pressures of being a man. Everything in this world revolves around money, moolah, dough, ka-ching, whatever you wanna call it.

This is what's driving me. The coporate ladder might be tough for some, but nothing’s gonna stop me from achieving my goals. I’ll just have to grit my teeth and work up some elbow grease.

It seems that life just zooms by when you’re at the busiest. I had to collect some samples from a Thai QA Engineer who came to this Sunny Country-Island for some auditing. After communicating through countless emails, the name “Yuppadee” seems funny – even my manager laughs at it.

I got disoriented along my way to Changi South Lane. I drove along in my company’s vehicle (an old rackety Berlingo), and I couldn’t help but to admit- I was lost.

A seemly calming sense of familiarity soon pacified my nerves as I briefly glanced at my surroundings. An eerie sensation engulfed me, and I realized- it was her neighborhood.

Flashbacks, sweet memories and recollections of "that fateful night" all rekindled in my mind.
Subconscious took me here. I wonder why...

- Go Figure
- Life Goes On

"Even the best falls down sometimes.." - Howie Day

On this post, there'll be no "medeival narrations" and plagarisms.
However, I would pretty much like to share something on a personal note.

It seems that the sparkle of Mother Nature and Father Time's mechanism never seem to cease. But there always come a point when life just seem to stop, and yet time still goes on.

"Even the best falls down sometimes.." - Howie Day

My ultimate fear unveiled right before my very eyes and I eventually succumbed. The last day of my National Service was on the 25th Dec 2005. And of course, I was already clearing my leave 2 weeks back.

I was exhausted yet relieved, so I took it "nice and easy". That, ladies and gentlemen, brought about my downfall. Now I've lost my best friend, soulmate, buddy, pool-mate, lover, and perhaps wife, everything seems insignicant. Life no longer serves a purpose. And perhaps, I might also have experienced mild depression syndromes.

Have you experienced life being a bitch?
While writhing on the ground in agony, it takes another whack at you.

At one time, dare I say, I was one helleuva goalkeeper. Representing various amateur teams and playing at every level except professionally. Maybe I got too big headed, perhaps a little too cocky. Hence, the Gods from the "Sporting Realm" decided that enough was enough.
And the punishment: my ACL (anterior cruciate ligament) in my left knee, was torn.

I could no longer play the game I love. No more sudden change in motion and direction.
No more bursts (or lack of) speed. But all's not lost, I still have "B", we can work out together.

Then, like a bolt from the summer's blue, a tinge of depression settled upon from the somber sky. Everything seemed to be subtle; every motion, every thought, every reflex.
Everything that was mundane seemed to decelerate, making them appear even less important.
Something was amiss.. But I just cant quite put a finger on it...

It was my fault. A moment of folly that resulted in a lifetime of regret.
Apologies seem to be meaningless now,
yet moving on would be the only way of saying "I'm Sorry".

Go Figure
Peace

"I give my best to you, nothing for me to do. But have one last cry" - Brian McKnight

Is this going to be another online-blog dissing session?
I never once commented on her and anything she does, and I never will.
She was once my all..
"Dear mr "HugeMember", how could i have been the queen of your heart,
if our games played were entirely contrasting?
Yours was polygamous, and mine monogamous.
In fact, the best thing i ever did was leave you soon enough so i would not be hurt by your carnal instincts.

Somehow, i knew your kind. The moment i saw that lady walking the shetland sheepdog, looking all coy and demure, i knew you'd fancy her.
It really isn't very difficult knowing how a frivolous player thinks and reacts. Thinking back, you didnt even fancy dogs that much before. Amazing how a pooch can change your life(and luck in finding chicks) huh?

"Gates of Ford Ed". Well said indeed.. Go back and defend your own kingdom please. The "queen" doesn't play games tainted by loyal-less, fickle pricks. This "queen" never wanted to be a "queen". She merely asked for the 'tiara' and the role of a naive princess, in the form of a wicker bag. It never got to her hands, why? Cos the full-figured "King" was too busy playing games, both metaphorially and literally.

So the princess who never made it to that 'throne' felt jaded. Why whine, when returning to zilch was much easier? Now, The "Gates of Ford Ed" are well guarded, not with warriors or whatever shite your gaming head contains. It's manned with trust, respect, communication, commitment and most of all, LOYALTY and MATURITY- in ONE man, a non warrior.
He's merely a wise, respected figure.It doesn't take a prodigy to know this 'princess' does not bow to riches. Neither is she looking for a hunk of a King. All she desires is a soulmate who understands her, cherishes her, and respects her by staying true. Now, go figure, if your intellect is adequate for scenarios beyond your gaming realm."

...sometimes things are better left unsaid...
fyi - this is an extract from some blog

"Thank you for loving me" - Jon Bon Jovi

"tot u nvr had the habit of blogging cos u felt it was stupid?
dont make judgmental opinions about an essentially uncertain issue,
because ultimately you become just another "stupid" blogger.

"Gates of Ford Ed". Right on. Magnificent it is, and passable, only not to you.
However, I cordially invite you to our new haven, situated in Mt Rosie Rd(Chancery Lane). When the 3 storeyed house, pool, tennis court, lawn andother amenities are constructed, do bring Hunter over for a run.

Living in a lap luxury does not mean living solely inmaterial wealth..i've grown and matured muchmore than i ever could.

a new blog:www.seekin-solace.blogspot.com; and good luck with your neighbor."

I rest my case
Go Figure

fyi - this is a mail from someone to me

"To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain from my eyes. Tonight I wanna cry." - Keith Urban

The relentless cacophony of noises are making in-roads in my mind.

"Le Symphony o' Din" is building crescendo with nonstop rings from over 20 phones, fingers beating upon countless keys on keyboards and incessant chatter from bitchy old women with nothing better to do. I think I'd rather be elsewhere. Allow me, then, to continue with my story...

"I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show. I thought that being strong meant never loosing my self control. But I'm just drunk enough, to let go of my pain, to hell with my pride, let it fall like rain from my eyes. Tonight I wanna cry." - Keith Urban
I inhaled a deep breath of air and boldly took a step towards the "Gates of Fort Ed"
"Thou shall not pass" I was rooted in my tracks as a voice boomed, "by order of the Sacred One, you shall not pass."
"But... Why?" I could hardly utter those words as shock and disbelief completely devoured me.
A silhouette appeared, "You, little one, are not worthy." and as it got closer, I saw him. A man clad in a black robe with maroon trims. He scoffed. "I can give her all that you can only imagine... And more... Much more..." His sentence faded off into a sinister laugh.
Then... I snapped.
My molars gritted together as my fingers were tucked in beneath my palm and I prepared to take a swipe at that monster. I ran towards him and prepared to give him all the rage I got channeled into one single punch.
A bolt of energy suddenly came crashing into my leg, bringing me to my knees. At that instant, I experienced a sickening crack. I was floored and immobilized. Now.. I'm surrounded.
A squadron of guardians gradually emerged from the misty setting. I closed my eyes and uttered a short prayer, begging the Almighty One for an ounce of strength, for one last hurrah. Muffled voices were heard in a distance, they were getting louder. The guardians stopped, looked and stared in awe.
I turned to see who, or what, could've made the feared "Holy Knights" halt and gaze in awe. My heart was throbbing faster, picking up speed in the process. My eyes glistened in tears. Now I know. God didnt give me physical strength, he's above that. Resorting to violence wont solve anything. And he knows better. He sent me the people from my kingdom.
They werent dressed in fine clothes nor had francy weapons. They were in rags and were only armed with stones and shovels. But the look in their eyes, that intent to defend me, were unmistakable.
All along i got caught up in reclaiming my Queen, that i disregarded those who love and respect me - the people in my kingdom. My love for my queen is definate. But I must not rid of the fact that the people need me just as much, if not more.
I must strive to rebuild my kingdom, "My Lord, give me strength..."
Go Figure.

"It's not so bad.. You're only the best i ever had.." - Gary Allan

After watchin the Catalans edge out the Rossoneris by a solitary goal at the San Siro, I began to wonder,
how do I begin something which I once condemned?

Blogs, derived from the term Web Logs, is an avenue for individuals to rant, hiss, fuss, bitch... the list goes on.

I believe that I should have a say in this rapidly deteriorating society..
But, who's gonna listen?
Maybe.. Just maybe.. it's gonna be you.

"It's not so bad.. You're only the best i ever had.." - Gary Allan

It's disturbing for me to begin my "maiden" post with this depressing, yet ironic, sentiment.
It is exactly how I'm feeling at this present point in time.

The hardest part about moving forward, is not looking back.
At a point in our mortal lives, we will bound to face a crossroad. Not just any crossroad, "THE" crossroad. Allow me to elaborate...

After completing my (mandatory) stint in the National Service, "it" hit me hard.
"It" was a huge thing to encounter. I wasnt a young boy no more. Hence, the inevitable beckoned. "It" is "Life"

My world began to crumble right before my very eyes. Everything started to disintigrate and i can't do shit about it. Alas, the very last ounce of life, drive, spirit, and whatever you'd like to call it, was sapped away when the queen was dethroned from the kingdom of thy heart.

I tried to retaliate. Fighting for the right to have the rightful woman to, once again, wear the crown and be declared "Queen of thy Heart". This, however, will be to no avail. Eternal bliss will only be just another fragment of my childish imagination.

Where wealth is of abundance and living in the lap of luxury, she has another kingdom to lead now. Erected high amongst the mountains and overlooking the luscious greenery, there stands the magnificient structure of "Fort Ed". It's empire - second to none.

Merchants arrive from all over the continent. Along with them, they bought gifts for the ruler of this magnificent realm, causing the kingdom to flourish. The townsfolk are living in content within the walls guarded by the "Holy Knights". They possess an arsenal of enchanted weaponry.

"Thou shall not pass..."

Such is a metaphoric illusion distilled by a fragment of my, otherwise sane, mind.

Go Figure.