I'll bring you back to the stars.

Just got back from red box. It's the first time i ever experienced an outing with my whole department. Fuck you it's my first time working so yea there i was sculping myseld to go to a karaoke lounge to spend some time with my new found acquaintances.

I must admit that i had a heck of a time knowing deeply i'm a very shy person who just can't get along with just anybody around the block. Yea you got it i'm drunk now while blogging this post. It just amazes the fuck out of my how people could act so profesional in office and loose it all when we're finally out of the premises. My boss, who hardly even utter a word to me actually played chai mui with me!

I'm shocked beyond words. Since she always had been the type who could get sloshed easily, she had to ask for assistant from my seniors who are always chicks from the department. All in all i had 3 chicks playing with me. Can seriously die man! In the end i got them all down including myself as well. It was the biggest effort for me to drive home alone, plus i left my parking ticket with another colleague who chicken out in an earlier hour.

Was suppose to end the night with an outing which meant the world to me but i guess i shouldn't have expected much. I just headed home... thank god safely (been a while since i last drove home feeling so high and drunk).

I could never comprehend the feeling of being lost. It's residing in a form where i'm stuck between being overly satisfied and being utterly incompetent. I miss being in the pass although alot have preached to forego it entirely and keep my head high for what are coming. To be frank i'm not looking forward in experiencing new things instead i would much prefer things that were as before.

It's during these times where i'm wandering everywhere, in search for answers i already know but just can't bring myself to accepting them. The feeling is pathetic where everything must remain down under and not letting it surface. Think the day when i can actually start living the near-perfect life i did before is the day when i can finally master the skill of making a sword sing.

Many have perceive my entries wrongly. I'm not as depressing as how i write myself to be. Although i will not deny the fact that there're always a pinch of straight forwardness in my writtings but i would much prefer the whole truth to remain in me. I can't seem to blog anything else then what's going through my head. Percentage of bloggers would write about what happens in their lives, be it daily, weekly, monthly, etc. I just can't imagine myself to be writting any of those as i'm not creative enough to make what's left of my interesting life...... interesting.

Getting inked was a new one for me. I always wanted to get one, but never had both the courage and financial support to do so. It's not as serious as some would perceive it to be instead, it's just a another form of declaration. I mean, the whole oh-my-god-it's-gonna-be-permanent is overrated. Yes the ink ain't gonna come out no matter how much u try to wash it, but it's not that bad even if you regretted doing one in the future.

I just feel like gushing my whole body with pictures and writtings. Thank god i'm not rich.