Disappointedly

Wishing and wanting,

What could be, and never too,

disappointedly.

oh.you.look.so.beautiful tonight

He picked up the phone, hesitatingly, and dialled the number. The ringing seemed to go on forever. And then it was answered…

His mind, focused on one thing, drowned out the din of the departure hall. All he could hear was the warm voice at the other end. Tear’s welled up as he began to speak…

The conversation was short and simple. Staring out of the window, he replayed the promise over and over, those words etched in his memory. …

He stepped off the plane, greeted by a warm summer breeze. Ahead, a fresh, illuminated path, reward for his diligence. The city of blinding lights beckoned…

hmmmmmm

Have you recently boarded the new buses of a certain bus company? Did you notice that the view at the front of the upper deck is WIDE AND UNOBSTRUCTED? There isn’t even space to screw on additional stuff. And that’s what I really love about them. Finally, bus trips without the additional noise. Buses are noisy enough with passengers chattering, no need for extra inputs. But I fear though they may install it, because they must have invested a lot already. But then again, they may have recovered their investment already or the contract expired. Either way bus rides can once again be used for meaningful musings uninterrupted by unpalatable, noisy reruns and repeats (or worse, stuff so bad it doesn’t make it to mainstream). Ah, silence on board!

On a completely separate and random subject, Indonesia recently imposed a sand ban, What does that mean for Singapore's IRs? NO SAND FOR SANDS! Hah...ha...uh, funny right...uh..yes......*trails off*....