The beloved, and the hatred.

I want to be that guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you and beg you for forgiveness even after you hung up on him, who will be the guy you lie down with and gaze at the stars, but the only stars he sees are your eyes and the sound of your heartbeat echoing through the night.
I want to be that guy who stays awake while waiting for you to reach home, who kisses your forehead and watch you sleep, who shows you off even after you’ve woken up from a deep sleep.
I want to be that guy who shows you off when you sweat, who holds your hand infront of his friends, who thinks you’re just pretty even without makeup.
I want to be that guy who wants just you in his life and no one else and we could dance the night forever in the palm of my hands with the world watching.
I want to be that guy who turns to his friends and proudly say, “thats her alright..”

I can never be that guy who’s good enough for all this. Never in your eyes.

Nothing in life hurts the most than realizing she means the world to you, but you mean nothing to her. The pain of having a broken heart is not so much as to kill you, yet not so little as to let you live.

When you love someone, you love her and everything about her.
The simplest thing about her makes your heart skip a beat and you know that missing beat is when love fills it. At time it hurts and at times it fills  you with so much passion and love and you realise that even pain cannot be compared to it.

Just like a glass, you’ve shattered me twice and you got hurt putting it back together, and its better to leave me broken than to hurt yourself putting it back together.

Hi there, after what seems like centuries ago, I’ve finally decided to update on my lovely wordpress. Again.

Right. Till next time.

Friends

They come and go. But I don’t like the fact that friends judged me through words of others, then the friends slowly leave. One by one. Why do people have to go around hating each other. What is wrong.

The simplest things in life can make me content. Money is everything in this world, and whoever said money isn’t is probably lying to make himself feel better. But for the fact that I have friends,  a family that I can rely on, a girlfriend whom I love unconditionally is more then enough to make me happy.

When I was younger, my most desired career was in the army. I would go on and on telling my dad how much I wanted to join the Guards. I was hoping for my ns to be in the army and slowly work my ass off to join the Guards. I do not care about what people might say about the Guards neither do I care how shitty the training might be.

Fast forward 2 years, I was enlisted into SCDF, where I got firefighter. Firefighting is fun. The adrenalin rush when a fire stares you down, and knowing that however big a fire can be, we are trained to put it out. The risk of getting burnt, the risk of dying in a fire, and the special rescue we did for trapped drivers in a road traffic accident. We were trained not to fear anything nor noone, except God. We were trained to treat all members with respect, for they will be the one side by side with you fighting the fire and no one else besides God will be there to help you.

Fast forward another 2 years, here I am, applying jobs that would one day make me even better.

I do not want to go into a specialist job (quote; mechanic;technician) and get big bucks. Screw money, I hate money.

“People cannot gain anything without sacrificing something. You must present something of equal value to gain something” - Full Metal Alchemist.

8th March.

When you love someone, you love her and everything about her.
The simplest thing about her makes your heart skip a beat and you know that missing beat is when love fills it. At time it hurts and at times it fills  you with so much passion and love and you realise that even pain cannot be compared to it.

Backstabbers.

Friends, they can be the best thing that ever happened in your life.

Or they can probably be the best backstabber you’ve ever known.

Wonder Girls

I haven’t been working ever since the accident. Staying home and going out with the girlfriend and meeting friends. Been doing that for the past two weeks and I can only thank my girlfriend for being there for me.

Thank you and I love you.

Technical bitch.

I’m a hands on kind of person. I love jobs handling with tools, wondering how things work, how engines work. But than I realise, I enjoy doing it so much I do not want to do it as a job. Thus, the application for me to sign on as a firefighter. That I call is passion, and till that passion dies, I’m going to keep trying for firefighter till I get it. No harm trying.

On a side note, I wouldn’t mind being a gamer. Or at least getting paid to play games.