Wrong Number

I almost forgot the last time I have had any drama in my life. Except the big one, and it staays, in the closet.

No drama and you seek drama. Until this one fell off from the sky. Blinded by randomless, and you call it meant to be? Stranger came out of nowhere, but seeking excitement and sins. I could almost smell it.

I do believe in a man could never befriended a woman, who is so easily spark an intimacy, or chemical, even without any physical attractiveness whatsoever - simply to call it a friendship. This is especially true when our communication has taken on another form, which is in the "channel". Almost always the case.

That channel is creepy. Like the world is nonexistent. No distraction, no monitoring, no crowd. Just one-on-one.

Secret always stays secret. No sweat.

Islander and The Blue Blood

I'd be much appreciated to call it a summer job instead. Taking things into my own hands was supposed to be out of the equation. Yet it is the fact right now.

I was skeptical of being a one-man show from the outset. Once I was in, it isn't that bad I thought it was, which was uncalled for of making all the fuss. Never second guessing what you can achieve, dig up your inner strength. Lesson learned.

Wishy-washy is a downright flaw. Good news is, I'm half way through it. Despite it, previous temp turned out to be my good mentor and training. I really see my potential in administrative. (woo-gah-gah)

This month's RD'S cover is way too disturbing (yes, I mean disturbing) and like fingernails on a chalkboard. Nothing blissful event after all the nature catastrophes, only the wedding and the hype that build around the royal wed which just around the corner.

Why am I all that glum-s and all the blues? The wedding really define the times.