I squeeze smiles out of you!
me.
my life.
connect.
venting machine.
history.
A given
1985, east coast, servitude to the nation.
confused, clarity-hungry shapeshifter.
badminton, ktv, the bigscreen, slumber.
soccer, surfing, pool, relationships.
analytical & brain-churning communication.
GOD.
ecstatic_fogginess@yahoo.com.sg
Recent addictions
automobiles
books
fitness
Subway
any other stuff??
Friday, January 06, 2006
1:30 pm
And there's the two half-day offs in a row. Otherwise I'd go berserk. Wait. I'm stuck in this numbness now anyway.
The reluctance of letting go of something makes it more worthy and dear; or does that just make it waste- an utter waste of energy and time? If there are directions I can take now, plateauing seems the most likely. I want to slip off into amnesia man..
We should just Give- not want to give. Doesn't that essentially make it rooted in the Self? Oh yes. Words have inexorable power. And nowadays they have deviated so far from their purest meaning and have been twisted so much for personal and corporate agenda, that it's not hard to understand how someone can float into euphoria with the slightest hint of a compliment about her fragrance; or how another can just dwell for long periods in depression and paranoia when someone lashes out against his taste in clothes. Words are not to be taken lightly!
It's just like talking cock and speaking the truth are all about the aforementioned. But when it comes to talking about cars or discussions around famine and war, they just somehow never get to the bedrock of the topic. Heated, wordy debates may just aimlessly revolve around the crux without ever hitting the nail on the head with clean certainty. Let's talk Life now. We should all be saying that.
Misunderstanding arises with an attitude of flippancy toward words and the exact meaning they convey. Always put that little more thought into Speech before the breath leaves you. So next time when you're on a cab and want to get to your destination quickly, you'd know the stark distinction between the shortest route and the quickest route. Very, very different.
Man how I just hate it when the iron cools. I can't strike it with an equally inspirational touch. And it's like a leech sucking me dry all the time.
My vocal range would really appreciate getting stretched this year, cos Blitz are gonna soar up high again!! Ah.. Miss that laughing feeling again.
Take heart.. Pay day is arriving.
And please don't ever, ever make me even have that sense of having arrived. I want to shed my independence. Someone else live me.
doodled
XD
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