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Sunday, May 16, 2010
Just to clear the recent happenings first...1. End of MYE
Crossing my fingers on this one. ;)
2. Movie outing: 'The Last Song'
Disappointment should be apt enough to describe my feelings towards it. A cliche plot with no sense of freshness in it. A total letdown when put alongside its novel counterpart, the movie didn't do the actual book any justice at all. The amount of kissing scenes should've been enough to spur the directors on to turn it into a porn flick, I don't see why it didn't. Just kidding.
The crying wasn't neccessary, people. Was it? I'm not sure what made it so touching, but apparently many found it to be so. Maybe I'm just a cold-hearted no-good who has long been numb to such... visuals.
3. Outdoor Trek
No comments. Except that I fell short of my targeted distance.
4. Mum's injured her head at work, need to stay home these few days to look after her.
It's just as well, she needed a break from work anyway.
5. Alone
During these few days of camping at home to look after my mother, it's a perfect opportunity to clear out some space for myself. Personal, mental space, that it. It's about time I did some more thinking. Don't bother me for the next few days, I need to clear out some personal things.
Thinking... thinking over what? That is a dangerous path to tread towards. When one's mind is hazy much too often, layered with excessive thoughts, does one think more to try and clear the fog? Or does one stop thinking and wait for the sunlight to penetrate through?
Either way, it merely shows that the misty environment dominates still.
We are all leaves from a giant tree. Some are budding, some are green, others become yellowed, while the remaining few... you can find them withered and upon the ground. The cycle is always present, budding leaves turn green, then yellow, then they wither and die. You can find this cycle existing almost anywhere. Try spotting it.
Sitting atop this tree, I can be singing sorrowfully the lyrics of my heart. But soon I realise that it can only be the howling of a wounded wolf. Then I discover that the lyrics are not my own, they belong to the many others who share a similar fate. Yes, all our fates are similar, but there are as many differences as there are similarities. Always.
My eye gazes at the distant horizon, and as the sky darkens, my eyes cloud over, synchronised with the ominous works of nature. The clouds has never left since.
No matter how many times, and how many people, comment on my eyes (Wai Ling commented on my eyelashes once, that doesn't count.), I still cannot change the fact that if you want to look into my eyes, I'll have to provide you the inconvenience of looking into bottomless pits. If the saying is true, "A person's eyes are the windows to the soul.", then my soul must be somewhat like a demon. Even strangers look away when I sweep them a passing glance. Or is it just because my eyebags are too horrendous? Haha.
In life, one will not fail to have his share of the many different flavours available. However, there are the ambigious. Like coffee, you can always add sugar to make it taste sweet, but the bitterness derived from the coffee beans never go away, and people enjoy it nonetheless. This shows that life cannot be just all sweet.
