Reason to Cheer.

Thank you dear harry and kiat, for your mahjong.

Thank you bas, for your honesty.

Thank you J and J, for being you.

Thank you, for allowing me the two promises.

Promises.

I told myself to never talk about affairs of the heart here. I am losing that resolve.

Nurture in Nature

Even in nature we see love. Not something overly intricate and complicated, but a universally recognized icon of what our culture presumes to be a “heart”, or “love”. Does nature love? Maybe nature loves herself only. Explains why natural disasters tries to wipe humankind out now and then.

It’s a vicious cycle. So we cut down forests, fill in the seas to make more land. Is it any wonder? If somebody comes into your home, cuts up your sheets, pisses all over your toilet. Is it any wonder people repeatedly foretell the coming of Armageddon?

This is the longest time since I’ve put in an entry.

In times of pain, this is my hiding place.

My friends…

Actually,

I wanted to blog. But I majorly fucked up on how to edit my picture sizes. So I have lost my mood.

Dirge.

Putting the the past away isn’t the glorious act so many box office hits make it up to be. In reality, it pierces through the toughest defence like diahorrea through your burning arse.

I’ve never been able to cut through the crap. It takes me once, twice, trice or more to achieve the desired results. Something I’ve been egging myself on to change.

In the past two years, I’ve conquered every possible remnant left. Even direct confrontation.

Yet this. This I cannot forget. The crunching yet truthful anger that shot at me rings in my ears. The ringing becomes incessant. Continuous, deathly dirge.

I deserve it. I am sorry.

You never forgave me.

Maybe in time I will forgive myself.

Happy birthday.