Just decided to pop in to see what i wrote all these months back.

Its strange that each time i come back after an absence, im genuinely surprised to see what has been written. Fine, i think my own posts can be lovely in their ways, much like how a parent will never recognise an ugly baby to be just that, ahah ha.

And then its sad that my own writings still seem to resonate so strongly within me. They remind me of how stagnant i am, and if i will remain this way forever. Sometimes the fact that heaven is, is a balm to me. If nothing soothes me, perhaps finally something might in the end, after all.

A friend of mine decided to say goodbye world in Swissotel, in february, and i never knew.. How ignorant we can be of people's private hell's. How sad that intelligence can do nothing to rationalise the soul and tide us over for that that little bit longer. Or does it just make it worse?
Someone else recently passed in tioman, and the only thought i had was that of her already shitty and unlucky life had to end in a shitty and unlucky way.

Wow, go me for churning out optimism *grins*