The Milk and Napkin

Sometimes, when I see something so beautiful, all I could think about is to draw it. To capture what I see in my eyes on to a canvas, or paper. But everytime I draw that beautiful something, it doesn't come up the way I see it in my eyes.
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The lonely storeman was at it again! Yes! No one but me. What's happening? No one is around... Disappearing... I wanted to disappear too, but where to? Didn't know where to go, so I thought I might as well stay the day.

But the day was packed. Did satelite comms, control room, audio support, and I managed to sneak in some time to try out the double cab! Din from 3rd div came and after so much trouble that he caused me, I got into the driver's seat and started the engines. First time driving a truck. Woohoo. It's cool to start the vehicle at 2nd gear. Haha... It was cool, a small reunion of BRT friends. The 'american' came too...

I'm not very sleepy, and thus, I can't think of what to write, or rather, I think too much of what to write and end up not writing anything. Should've gone out just now instead of insisting of staying home to watch Life-line.

Damn disappointed. Cheryl Miles didn't come up in this episode. But the police chick was hot! Didn't like the damn newbie medic. Maybe I don't know that much about the organisational structure of CD, but so far, their portrayal is quite accurate, except for the whole "dar-t" and "haz-mat" tabs. But how I wishd real para-medics n' femme-fire-fighters lookd the way they do in the show ;p

Note: there's a reason why I write with hi-fens. Also, just because you change the spelling of a curse word, doesn't make the curse word less umm cursy. Fcuk... stop mispelling the word. Might as well write it properly: FUCK. See? It's not so hard is it? Fuckhead.