Life at the moment is as retardedly blissful as it can get.
Nights are replacing my days and vice versa. Seems like these days the hommies are more comfortable seeking each other out while everyone else tucks in comfortably.
Thursday night - Had dinner and then drinks with Gary and Taki. Great night. Smart conversations. Funny personalities. Just the way I like. I should book myself some time for Miss Ng, Eddie, Winston and Ronna, and hopefully Ash, Coll and Alan. I wonder where is weips? How is she? How are you, weips?!
Friday night at Flam’s… hah. Too many ego-laden patrons, I have to realize that. I guess the ‘fun’ alotta people here seek for is making sure they look perfectly well (or at least almost) at everytime that they are sober. It was fun to see lots coping with that. teehee.
Yesterday, the luggages I shipped back arrived home - finally - and now I look like I have just moved in to my new room. Woohoo.
Last night saw Chia Ming and Yvinne off at KLIA yesterday. I think Ray’s hopping off in tonight’s jetplane. May he have a safe journey back. Cmingo and Yvinne had.
More followed, had 2 and a half runs of DoTA with CR, Nic, Han nien, TL, YL and etc. GG.
Same thoughts that run over and over these days…
“If only that person was more compatible…”
“Which hospital? which hospital? which hospitaaaaaaal?!”
I am wanting my own wakeboard. I need to work soon… fast! or perhaps a sugardaddy?
Right at this moment, I am looking forward to movie-time with the hommies. And… saying “tickety tweekety twarkety too” fast. Can you?
I have so much to ask, but the selfless me kept me quiet. I loathe every moment of that. I really do. It seems so cowardly and I hate cowards as much as hypocrites.
I have so much to look forward to, but the fear of being alone kept me away from those ambitions and dreams. Fear tends to fail me, but what’s more to say if I can’t overcome this myself… alone? Fear is not born by itself. Not something that drops down from the sky. I shall make a point to tell myself to keep my spine strong so that such fear does not bend me over.
I think myself as simple, yet there is the little me who covet the act of being spoilt. In fact, I am beginning to love that. It is like an unspoken favour accomplished with the absence of incentives given back. But, why is it that the person who spoils me most is not the person I desire for to do me that favour? What if this is a selfish materialistic part of me afterall? sigh…
I have so much in mind to do. The passion that floods me sometimes I think I might drown in my own passion. Be fatigue due to my own drive to success. But the positivity that outshines the negativity usually keeps me perking and breaks my fall if any. It is a good thing, thank goodness.
My mind - so messed up today. It is as if one left helming alone in the middle of an ocean, overwhelmed with directions to pick. Too many of them. Is it too much to ask for a better tomorrow?
Sometime ago, Yee Pei had had certain descriptions on posting up entries and I certainly agree with her second point there where she said that she reflects her writing as a third party after she had written a post, etc.
I never thought I would have read my entries as a third person. It is, afterall… MY writing, is it not? However, with what YP had actually said, I realize that over my period of writting, I have always reflected upon my own thoughts (in writing) and I certainly know I will read and re-read them as long as I blog just to have some thoughts over what have gone through my mind. In a way, without thinking of it, I am the third-party reader at times. That is probably why sometimes I looked back into my entries of those posted and those that still remained as draft, I kept my sanity tight with me. Because different people make use of the blogging tool differently, entries may be as simple as past-time reads, as inspirations, as means to let people keep in touch with the blogger(s), and as thought-provokers. That is to say why I still keep those drafts unpublished…
It is most unfortunate when people get too sensitive over things written over the Internet. Things get rougher when one starts getting offensive to defend something even the writer does not mean it that particular way. Is there no space for miscommunication? Perhaps, misinterpretion? Unlike tangible media, they get edited correctly few times before pulished, hence articles as such can be brought to light for a retrospective discussion or debate. But posts in the Internet? hmm…
At present time, since I still see a lil’ hope for certain individuals of a kind, I hope they stumble upon blogs that will give them aspiration to seek peace. Have you ever watched “Flight of the Phoenix”? There were two senarios which have included these conversations, which i oughta share them out to those who hasn’t view that movie:
1. When Liddle and the crew insisted they build the plane and Frank did not think it was a great idea.
Frank Towns: Look, how can I let those people build that plane when I don’t believe it will work? And, every day they waste trying to build it brings them one day closer to dying.
Liddle: I think a man only needs one thing in life. He just needs someone to love. If you can’t give him that, then give him something to hope for. And if you can’t give him that, just give him something to do.
Frank Towns: James, you’ll never make it.
Liddle: Then I’ll die trying. There are people counting on me.
2. When two religiously-strong men of different religions talked
Sammi: I thought you weren’t religious, Rady?
Rady: Spirituality is not religion. Religion divides people. Belief in something unites them
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