The Beginning is The END.

While i am typing this, there is probably shrieks of "ow..." cuz my hand is hurting so much. But, no matter what or how or whatever shit, i still must write. here it goes..

Why do i keep talking about her?? Is is starting?? Why am i so concern at all...As a friend or something more?? I m desperately worried..is like a time bomb which cannot be allowed to activate at all. Once activated, things will be horrendous. . Shit! It will never happen, is so erm... not right. maybe u should give it a try. NO! this will not happen.Feelings stir up inside, i m so confused about my own stand and my thinking.

so lost... without compassion

My own area of work had been fine these few days. What that has been making me stress out and almost everyone is erm.. some of my business. However, thank God for putting my ops spec aka Joel in the pic. Because of him, i learnt about compassion and understanding. Trying to wear his boots to understand his situation and his difficulties. I admit i grumble abt this abt that.. but i m learning about being a little more understanding so that it wld not be too difficult for us. For those who cannot take it from him, try to be a little more compassionate. Lets learn and show it together"! "the glory of love from up above!!"

First Letters

my own blog. the first and last. The first one. probing my own actions. exposing myself to others..pouring out my soul. Tot it was all juvenile stuff..But i m bored!! Waiting..Waiting and still waiting. Am i suppose to wait all my life..niwaez..hope tt whoever tt reads my blog will relate similar encounters as me, if not learn and share my experiences. Love u pple.(esp you)