Silence

No amaranthine verbiage of adulation and passion.
Clinical words of a nonchalant, stoic fashion.




Fear is the rule of the day.

Perhaps it is fear of repeating mistakes made in the not-so-distant past that rules the day.







This coming week will mark yet another milestone in my storybook called My Life. Teck's leaving for Canada this Wednesday, and I'll be done teaching on Friday. I'll finally return to studying in May, which is when I matriculate.




I must say, I am thankful for all the friends I've made so far in my life. Very, very thankful, in fact.





Synchronicity. I won't go into depth what it's all about. If you're interested, check out Carl Jung.
It's weird how Diane invites me into the world of Christiandom, and how Cindy talks about it to me the next day, and again on simultaneous days Diane and Mrs Goh on career ambition. Weird. Very weird.









Never mind this.

What I truly want to say is, as much as I'd like to be more focused inwards into my life, the other side of me wants so much for that something to happen again. I'm coming up with all kinds of excuses, and the worst thing is I'm lying to myself.



I've surpassed the stage of emotional nihility.







If only, somehow, you'd know.