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A fugitive of my own making
I feel like a fugitive on the run away from the reality of life and its expectations. I embrace and loathe the freedom of choice at the same time. I want to be backed to a corner where I can throw my arms up in resignation and yield to the mercy of the circumstance. I want to be told that there is absolutely no choice and THIS is what you HAVE to ( Read more... ) -
Back to school
I have just been looking through the subjects offered for my intended course of study and am getting really excited about the whole going back to school thing! Wonder how it feels like to be a student again ( Read more... ) -
The Nomad
I am packing up again. It seems to be a part and parcel of life every other year for me ( Read more... ) -
Beautiful morning at the beach
It's my first visit to the beach for a little sun, sea & sun sand since moving to Dubai. Love it. Yes, you are right. I do get the sun, sea and sand everyday at work on site. Baking under the sun doing site observations while getting weird stares from random men, staring at sewerage pumped into the sea and inhaling fine sand particles in the air ( Read more... ) -
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It's hard to start writing again ( Read more... ) -
Re-living & Relieving
The last entry was dated nearly a year ago, though it seems as fresh as a thought from yesterday.
I stared at the screen unable to hold back the tears. The pain has relieved over the year, but the poignant memories lives on.
It is time to revive the journal.
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An invisible thread
“Subconsciously, it probably affects you more than you can be rationally aware.”
I could never let go of these words since they were said to me. A simple question of “Are you alright?”, most of the time sputtered as no more than a formality when two person meet, sufficed to summon a momentary heartache. “No. I am not alright. Why would I be? Should ( Read more... ) -
Does distance keep people apart
Or does absence make the heart fonder?
Moving from one place to another without a bed I can even call my own has drenched my energy over the years.
Before I have a chance to complete this entry, my dear friends have come by to pick me up for supper, so I should try to finish this entry the next time round. *erhem* abrupt exit -
The Rebellious Years
I wonder when I will start taking my mum's advice to find a partner and settle down; to stop this globetrotting nonsense and get married. I am not totally resentful of the suggestion although the part about having kids will still face some fierce protest. I have reminders on how I am moving higher up the shelf and people will stop straining to ( Read more... ) -
Left not knowing what's Right
Have you ever hated the feeling of being alive ( Read more... )