Sunday, August 31, 2008
Drunk and eating Mie Goreng on a Sunday afternoon
LAST DAY OF AUGUST! Let's see what alcohol does to me on a Sunday afternoon with a mid-semester exam looming the following day.
Monday, August 4, 2008
Bliss. Even if only for awhile.
It's funny how you can miss someone even when they're sitting next to you. So I profess that loneliness isn't always by company cured.
-Josh Pyke
(Once again, I shall unashamedly use someone else's words as my own. It's a wonderful skill/talent/ability to have - the being able to accurately put into words one's thoughts. In rare cases like mine, where "one's thoughts" can be of food and poo all at the same time and still not make me sick, the above-mentioned skill/talent/ability seems all the more out of reach.)
I'm back in my pre-matrimonial home with my sweetheart. I can't help but feel a melange of happiness, nostalgia, heartbreak, peace, and simple bliss. Weird, I am. Though it is only the start of a new semester, the inevitable reality of the permanent return to Singapore dawns on me daily. Every day I wake up with her beside me is one day lesser for us to spend together. Every day, the happiness and joy is laced with a tinge of sadness and melancholy because I know mornings with her like these won't last forever. For now, at least.
I want time to stand still. Every second that passes is a second lost and a second closer to the inevitable. Yet, without the passing of the second, it is a moment forgone and left to ponder. I tug at both ends of time trying to find a balance, but the only balance to be found is within myself - that of acceptance. I can only use every second given to love you and every second passed to remember our mortality. Time will come swiftly but when it does, I know I'll have no regrets, for loving you and being loved by you is an experience I will never exchange for anything, not even immortality.
So let time come and take us where we need to go, at least I know, I have loved you, and always will.
-Josh Pyke
(Once again, I shall unashamedly use someone else's words as my own. It's a wonderful skill/talent/ability to have - the being able to accurately put into words one's thoughts. In rare cases like mine, where "one's thoughts" can be of food and poo all at the same time and still not make me sick, the above-mentioned skill/talent/ability seems all the more out of reach.)
I'm back in my pre-matrimonial home with my sweetheart. I can't help but feel a melange of happiness, nostalgia, heartbreak, peace, and simple bliss. Weird, I am. Though it is only the start of a new semester, the inevitable reality of the permanent return to Singapore dawns on me daily. Every day I wake up with her beside me is one day lesser for us to spend together. Every day, the happiness and joy is laced with a tinge of sadness and melancholy because I know mornings with her like these won't last forever. For now, at least.
I want time to stand still. Every second that passes is a second lost and a second closer to the inevitable. Yet, without the passing of the second, it is a moment forgone and left to ponder. I tug at both ends of time trying to find a balance, but the only balance to be found is within myself - that of acceptance. I can only use every second given to love you and every second passed to remember our mortality. Time will come swiftly but when it does, I know I'll have no regrets, for loving you and being loved by you is an experience I will never exchange for anything, not even immortality.
So let time come and take us where we need to go, at least I know, I have loved you, and always will.
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