Musings

Last night..or rather 2 nights ago was the start of the Alpha course at church. There were new friends and they brought along questions with them. One of the reason cited about why they seek for The One, is because everything that surrounds is simply far too intricate and too perfect for it to be the moulded by the hand of evolution or the combustion of the big bang. I was sitting there thinking, hmmm..total concurrence. Its quite scary how societal benchmark progresses. Achievements are marked on a deductible scorecard, which essentially picks out faulty points and render it, well i suppose its less than complete and probably "room for improvement". Its as though perfection is the absolute threshold. No wonder people get disillusioned. But strangely, the perfect rhythms of seasons, days, time..(i'm tempted to say menstrual cycle, but on second thought, this is by far, the most erratic cycle i've seen & pms is never perfect, so thats out of point)...it never fails. The sun's always up, the days just keeps going. But even this perfection is taken for granted. Like how sometimes the scorching sun finds itself the subject of some free-spirited swearings. :(



Ok, moving on to happier things. There was ONE question that i think many, if not all could identify with. The question on WHY prayers seem to be unanswered, and along with this nagging gee-am-i-talking-to-myself (??!!!)suspicion. It seems to be so for certain occasions. But if you were to look back at the series of events, coupled with all the signs, it probably makes you go..ah, that was a sign of encouragement that speaks of the lesson on patience. Honestly, i was just so overwhelmed. In a good way.



Seperately, Py's back from US. :D I don't know if she thinks its a good thing though. But for the rest of us here, i'm sure it is! Let me paint a situation. People, in general are like careless travellors in an airport. You go to several locations, and it seems that no matter where you transit, no matter how you psych yourself not to leave anything behind, but still, cannot help leaving a little of yourself at some unexpected corners. That, is the emotional baggage left behind. Sometimes we can go back and pick it up, sometimes it gets lost...and in the second instance, what is left may be a stamp right on the pages of the memory which speaks history of the footprints. That is why the stamp is a reminder of a happy point.You can see it in either ways. Holy cow, the blasphemous uncertainty!, or.. there will be more happy points to fill up the empty pages. It's all in the mind. Maybe if you are lucky, you may get to meet someone who shouts and pouts just the way only you will understand. Maybe that person was there to be your Perfect Default.


Gee, i really love this phrase "perfect default". It sounds so wrong, but yet SO damn right. :D

Glad :D

Weekends are pretty indulgent, as it allows for time to do the sweetest things that the weekdays will forbid. A long talk with the best friend was really good. In depth conversation is what constitutes a proper relationship, a proper knowing. With trust as the equation, and Him as the centre, it just makes the friendship much more resilient. Its not easy to get there though. To talk freely, would mean ripping off those self-styled facades. It's more nude than nudity. Presses all the right buttons, caused some stirrings, hmmm… somewhere towards the left. The heart that is. Haha..dirty thoughts don’t make you a better person. ;)



It’s nothing new actually, just a newfangled spin on an oldfangled topic. The root of existence, the well of happiness, the blight of sadness, the sucky nature of gainful/painful employment, the importance of being earnest, the abundant Love. What I adore about her is her innocence and the free-spirited loving. I don’t see truthfulness to such degree. And that gentleness, may I add? There’s so much talk that subscribes Life as the proverbial set of chess. Strategy. Human pawns. Which is so incredibly ironic, that is if you do the Chess thing perfect, you will be the only glorious soul remaining. In such a way that we forget that the person beside is a real human with feelings and emotions. Sometimes, it really does slip the mind especially when said person starts throwing around some poppycock nonsense. Thankfully, she was there like a beacon of light. The glow of light, cheesy at times, but warm always. A blessing to have met you, have you around through all this while. :)



thank you so very much!

Worrisome.

I read an article that says when you are stressed, you turn to your bestest comfort food to fall into the solace of its welcoming bosom. Hee, maaan...really it has some truth in it.


Miss Clarity cafe is located amongst some ratty-tatty shophouse at Seah street. There's this roasted chicken leg that is strangely comforting. The leg is lagi big, and its quite impossible for anyone to finish it. But paired with coke light, wooohooo, ReeeesplendenT, right down to the T . I must say the setting, is very settling. Maybe because the deco reminds me of the loooonnnggg gone days where happy house & bubblegum accessories were the main stay of all frivolous miscellaneous stuff. Its like the representation of the young and the crazed days.


It never did strike me how much i miss school, how much i miss squatting at compromising positions just to dogde the discipline mistress. But i find the workplace a facetious setting. At times there are so many levels of formalities, its perplexing. Guess it will take some time before getting completely sync-ed to its elements. I don't hate working, just dislike the sterile environment, its pretty much like a emotional vacuum.



Sigh. Tomorrow, a happening day it will be. I'm worried. That explains why you know Sean paul's reggae, coke light, and hee hee, werther's original makes it a gazillion times better. Its sort of like the blissfully familiar. Even if its just 10 mins, it is always good to get lost in this temporal insouciance.


And wait, this guilty pleasure of 10 mins, is alllmmmost about gone. :(