the greatest whinery this side of cyberia

logic and emotions. Logic, the building block of rational thought, Emotion, the starting point of feelings. Will the two ever meet? Like how will boxes ever become a sphere? How will a sphere ever fit into a box? What happens when the box tries to fit in? Will it be a rounded box, or a knobbly sphere? Make the boxes small enough, and stack it to something largely spherical. Link the spheres in tight lattices tightly, and bind it to something akin to a box. Refine and permutate your rational thoughts, and you may almost be emotional. Straighten and align your swirly emotions, and you make be vaguely logical. Logic mimicking emotion, the reason to be unreasoned. Emotions traced and identified, the uncertain made certain. In my months of confusion, when my sphere of boxes got mixed with my lattice of spheres. Was I round or was I square, I never knew for certain. Confusion reigned and consternation abound. But I have now discovered the flaw, and the task ahead is clear. To keep the box...

Repudiation. It has been a while. 1 year 4 mths to be exact. Parties willing then had availed themselves to be bound by the terms and conditions implicit in the meeting of minds. Obligations formed and discharges, breaches happened waived and forgotten. Was there a termination clause forgotten? It is an obligation always to waive the breach? Is there a price to pay at the end of the day, is all expected to perform everything regardless? Fatigue. So tired, oh so tired. So much gone into this recent transaction. Social. What social life? none left. busy busy busy....bah. banked on happiness, took charge of life secured upon nothing, discharged outright.

I reread my previous post, and realised 2 things: It has been long since I last posted. Much has also happened since, that changed much that has not been posted. It seems, I have moved on. The desert has chanced upon rain. Where once I had looked to the earth and dust, I now gaze upon the celestial bodies. Where once I had danced upon the tides of change, I now stand firmly on the rocks of time. I have grown, in matters of perspective. I will grow, in matters of faith. Where much was taken away, much will now be given. What was lost is of no matter, so long as you still have the means to create new ones. The discovery has begun and the due diligence done; The filings has been made and the searches paid. All that is left to do is wait.

Never thought I will be so hooked, but here I am waxing lyrical to any who will listen, to the wonders of K drama. Princess Hours, that which got me up till 8 am of non-stop marathon watching, straining eyes to read tiny chinese subs. The plot aint THAT great, and the cast is gorgeous but not THAT gorgoeus. But somehow, I was hooked. And the Scottish soundtrack keep playing and playing in my mind... even now, as I type, a full week after I first got hold of the series... 1 week and 3 repeats of it, I still rant about it. Something is wrong. Something NEEDS to be done. Perplexed. Adel told me that Goong was what made her feel like getting hitched. I had to agree - the show ooze romance. I do not claim to be a romantic, nor do I ever aspire to be one, but I must admit the show leaves such an after effect even on my person. Perhaps it is the stark contrast to the dryness at the moment. Or perhaps not. Confused. I hate confusion. ABHOR. But I cant help it. Confused AND perplexed. HELP. I ...

Dreams. Never would I imagine that I would be plagued by dreams. Unable to get good rest, aching from bad sleep. But given how interesting my dreams are, it is no wonder that sleep comes second. Every dream is so mama drama, so full of theaterics, I should perhaps pen them down.... And I realise I am semi-conscious when I dream... I remember my wry comments, my amusement at my funny dreams, and my schizoprenic personas which somehow co-existed in some happy bipartite entity in dreamland. And I can tweak what I do in the dreams, much like some interactive gameplay. Facinating... to relive, replay the dream at will, to permutate and experiment.... or to just lie at the back of my subconsiousness and enjoy the show. I crave good sleep. But do I really wanna give up the fun? Dreams. It has become so uncertain now, what my true dreams are. Remunerations or aspirations? Passion or prospects? Investments or enjoyments? And the stock mart has been oh-so-quiet I think I might as well quit. Drea...

As I type, I see raindrops forming on my window pane... Rain.... irony in itself. Part of the system that brings forth life, yet fearsome monster of nature if left unchecked... I read the latest Pratchett, a satirical spoof on the DV Code. I'm sure he doesnt mean to evoke such sentiments and and feelings as he wrote that comic nonsense, but as I read my last sentence of it, I cannot help but feel this overwheliming sense of IRONY. A spoof on a spoof of a spoof. A satire on a cynic's view of truth... how... apt. The darkness within, resonanting with the darkness without. The flicker of the inner light, reflecting the shadows that clouds the eyes. In the shadows do we hide from the harsh, uncompromising sun. In the shadows do we rot, as mould and mildew claim our substance. In the darkness do we transact in the deals unseen, profits unclean. In the darkness do we die, as greed and wrath claims our sanity. What are shadows but that which light does not shine on? What is darkness b...