Life's an irony. Packed in a box, label pandora's, lost in a shift of paradigm and never found next to me.

Knock knock~!

What's up? Why am i walking with chains? Why am i almost screaming at my love?

I wish I can say sorry..

probably do a double flip and then a round heel kick into myself.. hmm.. guess where it'll land?

That's rite.. my butt.

Stoop~!! id...

I wish i can make things better for my dear. but i tink i've just made things worst.

Oh well... and so the song of grief plays. never for anyone.. less the hurt chews into your heart.

love my dear

a lot a lot

Bob

Sometimes..

I ponder...

When God came down to dwell in our midst, he knew of his heavenly heritage. what about the angels? Do they have any irkling of their roots upon manifestation in mortal being?

I sure hope not.

Why?

Coz i wanna believe that I maybe.. somehow.. distantly.. faintly..

am an angel~! Descended from above to dwell among our Lord's creation.

*Distant sound of chaos in Providence, as heavenly hosts activated contingency plan to find means and ways to conceal one of heaven's top secrets exposed by their fellow halo-ed folks. *

Since young i wanted to be a social worker.. loved animals.. SPCA membership.. I wanted to help people.. to give what I have and attempt for those I have not.. feel that I am gentle and meek by nature.. but trained in army to kill and defend what I protect. Command and control not by rank or structure, but by respect and friendship.

I love to be good, to do nice things, alas, oh Lord, let me not die in this dog eat dog world, rat race society.. sure do feel like a lamb sent to the lions' pit.

kk.. enough said.. gotta prep for cell guitaring soon~! :)

bubbye~!


Now now.. where did i chuck my halo?


Yeah~!

Bob

Yesterday i booked out. Took the fastcraft with one of my clerks. Shared a few moments together. Suddenly we touched upon our ORD date. Ah.. what a lovely tune to my ear. Unfortunately it was disaster for him. Oh how he lamented, sneaked joy into my heart. With every sentence, my grin stretched a little wider.

"It is the lost of every coyline clerks!" he laments, my heart skipped.
"You are a very good Dy to us.., Osman told me that in his 3 years plus in camp, he has never seen a friendlier Dy!" Oh.. my heart just sank it's feets into cloud 9.

"Aiyah... " and so he sighs.


"Ding dong.." please fasten your seat belts. Thank you for travelling with Cloud 9.

And so my heart fluttered to a place flowing with milk and honey...


Like what I have told many of my clerks. I have no men to my name, no section commander to support nor PS to assist. But I only have my clerks as my men. They are the ones who fight my kind of battle. The admin kind. They may not necessary be the fittest, nor the most garang. But definitely they are my men. Whatever their size, height, education or fitness, I take pride in leading them and being their head.

I have not been called to Officerhood for nuts, leave that for the monkeys. I came to make an impact on my guys, my men.

i will not step down till I have made a difference to them.

Coz,

i am your Dy.

Heads up guys. Dy is here to stay.

Cheers
Dy

Bob