:: TUAS ::

am transferred to TUAS.
supposedly.
manz! that's GOTTA STINK!!!

TUAS -- Totally Uninhibited Absolutely Secluded place.

grrrRRRrrrrrrr.... =( sobz sobz..

am going to miss WOON, HuiHua, Janice, Teng, Nazril, Melvyn, and ALL those numerous colleagues i've come to know. sobz sobz sobz... =(

why do all good things have to come so such a bittersweet end? it's as though these kinda things were predestined -- the most beautiful flowers wither most rapidly. it feels so surreal actually, the whole situation. everybody doesn't know everybody, yet everybody sees everybody. we all see each other around in the office. we joke. we laugh. or sometimes it's juz that simple eye contact after a very mundane hour on the phone that communicates a mutual understanding. sometimes it's juz a wistful smile, that makes you feel at once that you're not alone in this draining routine.

it's like passing people on the streets, brushing their shoulders on the train. sometimes you would trudge along the pathway, or sometimes you would walk as though you own the whole darn place. everyone seems so insignificant that sometimes you wonder at your own significance in the urban picture. and suddenly, that strange alienation is broken when the person next to you steps on your shoe and mutters "sorry", and you most definitely say "it's ok".

suddenly it's as though some space was bridged. if you're lucky there may even be an exchange of smiles. and at that point in time, it hits you sometimes that, we're all not so different after all. sometimes you look at a stranger in the train, you look at her clothes, her makeup, her hair, her body, her shoes, her accessories, how her eyes wander, or flutters shut. there is no judgement, juz plain observation. don't' you begin to wonder abt her life? what she's like? what she's thinking? that maybe her mismatched clothes is the result of a bad morning? lik how sometimes we couldn't care less if we looked like hell going to work?

sometimes at a point suspended in time little things are like bricks thrown out at you. they make you want to run and scribble that flash and dash of inspiration down. about a new thought. a new realization.