comeback

esearest shadow....

I've been putting of writing to you. for two reasons. Work. and, work.

Finally, i'm out of it....and i thank god that i did not work myself till lectures start....at least i wont go to school like a zombie....heh. but then again....that's a statement that gets tested time and time again....by who else but yours truly....

SO yea. lets get to the meaty parts...


i think that once again, i had a learning experience....about people. life. money. great singapore sale and the ultimate pursuit of happiness.....whatever that may be....but most importantly, i learnt things about myself that i didnt know....and thats wierd, considering that i have been with myself for the past 2 decades.....i think i must've been sleeping thru most of my life....such a pity eh?

i know.

god had to smack me in the head and tell me that sometimes mediocrity is valued in the working world. and excellence is good only if you're at the top......so, if you outsmart your lousy officer, you've only got your intelligence to blame....my my....this is why this country "lacks talent" and needs to import....and that lesson on intelligence is something i ought to learn. been taught too many times...and god might just throw me a thunderbolt next time.


truth is stranger that fiction. or so they say. i wonder who the "they" are. i'd like to give em a big kiss.

how is it that you can meet people so alike and so different at the same time? how come two people from two different continents feel like connected souls? and how is it that the people you love seem to bend the very properties of nature? nights grow shorter and days grow longer....senses grow dimmer and sleep once again eludes you...sunrise becomes a bane and your toothpaste tastes bad....how is it that faces you've seen at distances pop up right in front of you when you blink? and how fast they disappear....mocking you as you beg them to stay....

sigh.....


How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.


I think that when god made me, he dipped me into the pot where he was brewing the lucky concoction. lucky to attract good people to love and lousy people to roll my eyes at. lucky to love and to be loved. lucky to have friends and lovers and enemies and bitchy group mates. thank god there's a balance. too much goodness makes you numb. like you're living in the muppet show or something...


i'm going back to a battlefield. of a different kind. that which exists in the realm of the metaphysical. that which really exists within.

I think, all i really have to find is myself. that is my purpose.

i'll start by looking under the bed.

seriously.

:)




P.S. being the perfectionist that i am, i re-read my entries to check for spelling mistakes and realise that sometimes i've said alot without really saying anything. i'm not sure if this is one of those entries.