Silent Sanctuary

Witnessing shards of my incadescent reveries

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Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Today is what I supposed to be my mum's bday.
Braved thru' the cold rain,talked to the health conscious auntie in the shop,paid for the cake,got freebies^^,walked one big round to take the cab.
I knew that it would be a big jam.
I knew I would reach home faster if I just take the train.
But I wanna protect the cake from the rain.
So I sacrified my money.(for the cab and the cake.)
I am selfless~

Despite feeling all cold and sick (and very poor) by the time I reached home,I put on my 2 mega watt smile and greeted my mum "happy bday"

Reaction:" Huh?What birthday?"

o_O!

The rest is history.

I made a joke outta myself.

No celebrations.
Not that there will be one anyway.
Usually we just wait for everyone,sing song,cut cake.
No more.

Spiltting headaches now.
The rain and the virus infected office made my immune system down.

Oh yea,if you need good cakes/pastries,gimme a ring.
I know where to get the best and really excellent service!(and freebies^^)

Ok..So much for all the daily rants.

Let's get down to business.

Sometimes telepathy of 2 individuals surprised me.
It could be complete strangers to people related by blood.

Last night was a good one.

"Best In Me"

It seems so long since I last felt that.
I wanted to cry.
But for that few good minutes,I was very happy.
Till I heard some conversations in the living room that bring me back to where I know I should be.

*Gritted on*


Sometimes...I really wish I can go back.

I know you wish to go back too.

To a certain point of your life and start all over again.
So you wouldnt do the things you regret.
So you would make it right this time.

It makes songs like 'Live Twice' all so right.

Or you just wish to go back and relive everything again.

And then...It is the same pinch that we all felt at the corner of our hearts.

(Interruption!
I was just told that today is Youth's Day.
No wonder my bro wore casual to school.
-_-!
I feel so damn old!
I just interviewed a gal whose a day older than me today.And damn..since graduation,she only helped in her relative's shop.No previous working experience other than her attachment.
But she fits my bill!Hope she gets the job!)



I think sometimes or most of the times, we tend to concentrate on our negative emotions.
Such as pain,sadness and all.
We paid more attention to such feelings than the times when we are happy.
And the bad thing is....We cant help it.

(Why do you think there are a thousand and two (I made up that figure.) motivational books --'How to be Happy etc' in the market.)


Sigh.

No wonder our life expectancy just keep dropping.
According to the good o bible,you are still very young at 80 years old.
Those times....*shrugs*

But those were too the times that humans are more connected to God,I believe.

Too many disturbances in the modern world and we cant help it.

But...but..

Sometimes when you do a comparison of your pain,you just realised it is not so bad.
The degree of what you are feeling now is perhaps just a hundredth of the father who lost his young son to the ...canal?
Sigh.

It is really the way of looking at things.

And if you smile,when you smile...you know it is not that bad.

Things come and go.
Things move up and down.

What's behind may not be good.
But what is good with nothing bad?

I said this before,where is heaven without stepping to hell?
(I am referring to my miserable 3 mths at the Hotel.)
(oh that is too why I find Bert pretty harmless,despite he is so... pricking sometimes.)

What I am trying to say is that...

What's left behind may not be good,or dare I say a pile of mess.
Often we cant decide about the future.
We can only make plans.
But today is something we can make up for.

I am not dropping any subtle hints to anyone.
Even if you think I am,I am just trying to show my support.


Though I am not in much position myself.

But We are all in the same line.

Nah..I think this whole entry is crap!
My head doesnt help.

Jia You ok?

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