Saturday, September 18, 2004
yeah.. its being such a looonggg time since i enter this pathetic blog of mine.. it's like a castaway broken wooden shed.. a shelter only for the marginalised, a cover for the poor pieces of loose thoughts held together by a thin fragile string..
-geez- dont i just hate computers! it never put the correct things i wanted to add! moi designs stand out like a odd piece of awkard dung in the mist of all the flowers! It takes me 5 times the effort than to just write all these into a beautifully decorated page of moi diary!! Oh.. ok.. but here're the reasons for today's entry:
1. I could afford the 5 times of time & effort cuz moi prelims just ended.
2. It's gonna be a short entry (supposingly)
3. Moi dear friend chailing wanted to see something new in here.
Yeah.. so here's it! tata~!
Oh well.. prelims has ended.. you take a deep breath. Breathe in, Breathe out. ah.. nice cool.. yes, relax. Your muscles obeyed, tired from the constant contractions of anxiety. For a second, you are engulfed in senrenity, at peace, almost at "Nirvana". The bright blue sky is calm, the songbirds sing cheerfully. The cool sea breeze sweeping over your face gentlity.
For that ONE second. That was heaven.
"Rrrrinnnggg....!!!" Damn. You thought you could get away with that?! No!
Huh? Hold on a moment? With What??
Yeah.. What you thought was over was just the start of a fresh bolt of anxiety, nervousness, the deep fear of The Unknown. The Unknown came, striding in majestically, clad in deep royal purple with gold fringes. The trumpets horned, marking its arrival (it's worse that mere ringing). The previously blue sky now wears its funeral clothes. The songbirds, quiet with mourning. Calm Sea outwit by Raging storms, the winds deliver its blows, threatening to knock u off your feet.
As weary as you are, u cannot afford to stop. Learning to grasp hold of life in the mist of such storms. Between departure and arrival, what is there? We are suspended in a space capsule, communications all dead.
Suddenly the quest for whatever grinds
to a halt..
and i forget
why I have come so far.
A masterstroke of oversight has landed me
in the middle of nowhere, an interim
of lost connections, an unplanned pause
between journeys...
of mysteries well known, yet unknown.
So much for my happy ending.. the As are comming!!! there's a need to run for cover, as the bombs of anxiety, fear, restlessness explode in our faces. Notes rationing and a black market of hints and clues from various sources. The alarms ringing out at different times, prompting us to heed the emgergency reports of the war. of need to survive it till its occupation end.
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Loves...
