Crossroad puzzles.

Yes, you've read my title correctly. I wrote crossroad, not crosswords. Been off the blogosphere for some time now so this blog entry has been long overdue. Recent events have caused me to treasure the time I have in Singapore a little bit more. No, I'm not going to Australia for overseas studies as I planned. Everything fell through when my manpower officer threw the organisation directives in front of me and told me what I want is nearly impossible. So instead, they're flying me off to the Bruneian jungle. They're having a crisis over there... seems like the mosquitoes are malnourished.

Well, no regrets. I chose this line of work in the first place. Plus I even volunteered for this a couple of years back. Since I've got no commitments locally (no gf, no wife no car...), why not?

So why crossroad puzzle? Since everyone have been bitching (or commenting...whichever term you prefer)about Life and regrets, here's my bit of contribution. I don't like having regrets. Life for me is like driving a car. (No...I'm not copying...I've always thought so since young.) Those who heard about my driving escapades know that I neglect looking into my mirrors. Be it rearview or side. Hell, I don't even check my blindspots! That's the same as my 'Life vehicle' that I'm driving. I don't like looking back! Especially if I've just been through a crossword junction and taken a turn. I don't think about whether I've taken the wrong turn or whether I'd be in a better place. I don't even think about whether there will be a petrol station where I can take a toilet break. I'll just make a pit stop whenever I need and take a 'walk' in nature for a while.

I get hitchhikers once in a while, groups sometimes. I even got car-jacked by these hitchhikers occasionally. Nowadays, people keep telling me to find myself a co-driver (machiam co-pilot except drive instead of fly lah). Ok I digress... obivously driven myself to the road shoulder here. Let me just flick on me hazard lights and take a smoke break...