It's been 8 months.. And to my astonishment, it all ends tonight. With a blink of an eye, it's my last day in PMU. Had never expect myself to be leaving all my friends, that soon. No more grumbling about politics, management. No more grumbling about people being an ass. And no more laughter and jokes with all my buddies.. Not forgetting the food at the different stations. Guess we all have to move on in life. Hopefully we still have time to meet up for the chill out sessions.. Definitely miss those days..

Bidded farewell with everyone, and went for a drink with my cliques. A bottle of Martell and Chivas. Everything was fine at first, until things starts to get out of hands. Being one of the youngest, and the one that drank most. I have to be constantly taking control of the situation. Nothing much for me to reveal. We left at 6, with Tony sending me home. And I've been suffering for a whole 16 hours of hangover. Collected 3 bags of puke which includes my two lunch and dinner. And hours after hours of discomfort. Regretted drinking so much. No more liquor for me. For the least 3 months. And I seem to be on the verge of hanging myself.. Now, I really need tonnes of rest..


I've come to the end of the road..
The unknown pave that follows, I walk alone..
My shadow's only one that walks beside me.
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating.
Sometimes I wish some one out there will find me.
Til then I walk alone..