SOLD

It needed some space and some strong conviction.
It needed some moments to believe that it's definitely now.
The line was joined and the anticipation begin.

Will life be the same? Will life ever change? Will the life in our lives just simply slipped away?
Then insanity took place, then it slowly went away.
Time slipping away and time simply returned.
The cycle repeats and sometimes again.
Many times you aren't clear how it all begin.
And many times, it just simply, quietly and loudly took your breath away.

Suddenly, bravery, courage and indefinite empathy invaded.
It came along with love and undying passion.
It makes you happy like you're on top of the world and makes you feel that you're the best person on earth.

I'm sold. He's sold.

Sold, WE are.

Happy Birthday Myles. Thanks for completing us.

007 Bonds

Not many is familar with me. At least not the region that I am residing.


I am a MOLE. Yes, I wonder if you get the right impression when the word MOLE comes to your mind. Nope, that's a hedgehog, and Nope, that's a weasel, and definitely Nope, that's just a big rodent. It's interesting being a Mole - everyone just seems to have their own idea how a Mole actually looks like. Few knew, at least to me.

Perhaps that's how I landed up having a career like this. No prizes for guessing it right - Yup, life is funny. I am the Mole that spies. I am the MOLE.

Attached picture, in case you haven't figured out how I look like. But pray sir, don't tell. I may lose my job.

Mark,Your Territory!

It's a sort of half sunny, half gloomy day. Have you had a day like this before?
Everything seems to be sort of in between. You turn right and realised that you are forced by the route to turn left eventually. It's sort of a not right, not left situation. This is a day like that.

Mark was taking his morning walk as usual at 8am. He saw some new cracks on the floor, avoided the broken glasses that were results of last night late boozing affairs at the usual neighbourhood pub. Mark wasn't sure if today would be a good or bad day. He wasn't sure about it everyday. The aroma of the coffee and the sizzling bacon at the breakfast place smelled great as it always does. There's no grey line about that.

There's someone new in the neighbourhood. She looks pretty in her pink polka scarf. A model perhaps or a runway wannabe, Mark obviously enjoying the view. She was sitting poised at Mark's usual bench, looking tall, looking proud.

Suddenly Mark was confused. He needed his bench. It was his. He felt his scent lingering around the bench, especially the corner that she was sitting at. However, the scent was tinted now, with slight feminism.

What shall he do? Be a gentleman? She was there earlier? I was there everyday? Everyone knows that I belonged to the bench and the bench was mine? Different thoughts of different angles rushed to Mark. There's another empty bench at the far end of the field. It wasn't the same bench, it doesn't have the same view, there isn't any daffodils there. Not even one.

Mark went forward to where she is. She wasn't taken back. She had showed no signs of leaving. Mark thought everything was flawless, he had taken all the steps to make sure the place was his. It was Marked! It was Mark's!

Suddenly, a familiar voice spoken. It was decided. As if it was a verdict from the Jury. Come on Mark! Your Territory's been taken. We need to break the routine.

Mark followed. He wasn't sure if he was angry or sad. He wasn't sure if he was excited or not. He wasn't sure. It was an extremely unsure day. He felt like the sun or the rain, both wasn't sure whose turn was it today. He only knew one thing, He had marked his territory and he needed to do it again today. At somewhere new.

I spoke to the WOLF

"Jump Jump "says a rabbit.
Hop Hop goes a rabbit.
"What's the difference you say between a jump and a hop?"the rabbit thinks aloud.
"It's a bad breed thinking most would say", the rabbit continues to think aloud, making its way.
It must have been at least the 980th hoppy jump that the wolf appeared.
There has been talk about a lingering wolf in the area but it has only been talk. Talk is cheap.
But then now, the real big wolf is now staring face to face with the rabbit.
This always happens when the rabbit is always immerse in the world of it's own. It misses reality.
Wolf stares at rabbit.
Rabbit sniffs at rabbit.
Time froze. The situation ackward.
"Hi, I am ruffly the rabbit, are you BAD?"
The wolf opened his eyes wide, recomposed itself from the shock.
" I am a wolf, you know that do you?" replied the wolf.
There was silence again between the two furry animals.
" I suppose, I am bad, i guess. the wolf speaks uncertainly.
Ruffly scratched its nose and in puzzlement, replied, "I know exactly how you feel, I am suppose to be timid too."
Wolf and Ruffly breaks into laughter.
"It's our secret!" both agrees.
Wolf and Ruffly continues their way.