So after almost 19 years of my life, i stepped into HRC SG. Everywhere u see are guitars, on the railings up the stairs, on the walls inside and on the ceilings. The atmosphere there is noisy but service is still acceptable. Their mash potato is nice! And potato skins! Not forgetting the mudpie. Yum. Din ate to my fullest, wanted to savour the after taste of the meal.
And so, my dad's birthday would be tomorrow, which means my sis's one is in exactly 1 month time and mine thereabouts too. Not very much anticipating it, it falls right on the day after our platoon's supposed to build the Acrow Panel Bridge, which took our whole company to build previously and now it's going to be a platoon effort. No one to go out with, no presents to receive. Sigh, must there be a birthday?
Life is not a box of chocolates for many. Some of us lament about why life has turned out this way, sometimes even resulting in stinging tears of anger and exasperation. Humans often hide behind the da ade of a life filled with perfection whilst storing the dark side, packed away in a box somewhere at the back of their minds. And it'll take a miracle to totally cleanse one free of such thoughts and actions.