My emotions, thoughts and events today
Monday, November 28th, 2005I struggled to stay awake under the somniferous drone of Networking. "WHY?!?" This question kept popping up while I mugged the impossible text. The mind was subjected to constant debate. The noises simply irked me. And the lack of control over them disturbed me. Seconds ticked by. The hour passed so quickly. I have no fear for the consequence. It’s the sense of helplessness that bogged me down. It’s that disdain for the sense of helplessness that keeps me going until now. But for how long? I wonder… Sigh… Once again I asked, "WHY?!?"
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I seriously dislike uncertainty. Not the kind of life’s uncertainties. Even that has its own certainty- The certainty of the uncertainities. It’s that kind of uncertainty that you know it’s within your control. But the emotional just cannot resonate with the intellectual part of me. It’s that dilemma that creates the uncertainty. To me, there’s no such thing as "sitting on the fence". There’s no "to a certain extent" either. It’s either "to a small extent" or "to a larger extent". It’s "on this side", or "over that side". So I think oneheart being oneheart, she will do what oneheart does. Guess she will move on, or resolve the issue. The thing is- "Is there one in the 1st place?" Could it be possible the mind’s playing tricks on her, like before? Maybe that’s the case. I told her… Just move on. She’s too stubborn to listen to me. When will she ever learn? Sigh… She reasons, "you’re always too impatient and want things done in your own fashion. When will you ever learn too?"
Hmm… Now who’s right? Who’s the one distorting the reality? Maybe both. So how? We’ll wait and see then. Only time will prove one of us right.
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I’m famished! Now going out for lunch liao. Hehe… and you noe wad? My specs broke this morn!!! Yippie~!!!! Can buy new specs liao. Hehehe…. that funky white specs I saw with Dianna some time back. Cool or wad? Mum says she’ll pay for me. So gd hor?
In due time,
The Cub