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??
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
12:50 am
I'M ON MY OWN. I just stumbled upon this haystack. And I hate to brave a fierce torrent.
But look! God is back. Phew. There is a reason for everything. You are, therefore I am. If you want, then I will- long term benefits.
Seeds of misappropriated nonchalance and insensitive absent-mindedness are embedded in the recesses of my soul. I need more conditioning. Positive confession! Influential company! Argh. See, I'm losing the use of my tender gentleness; and my control of mindful precision is maimed.
It's sad- everyone's got their own path to walk on in the end. It all starts out as a clearing where all lives intersect and everyone interacts. The sharing ends at each of life's sporadic exits and the participants take their leave, splitting up. But truncate all you want, if you want. The remerging tastes pointless. This is a scrutiny of why we walk the direction we do. A divine compass?
Oh and I have to really invest in some clarity... In my speech and behaviour. It irks big time..to always be that lesser half.
With task-oriented tenacity, I bore through an unfeeling tessellation of faces.
doodled
XD
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