Been wanting to post this for a long time but haven't gotten enough feels to do so. Until this morning. Had a usual chat about an unusual topic over a usual timing with an unusual person. hur hur
You know how people always say that opposites attract and like ends repels? I dunno. To me this statement just doesn't feel right. Maybe, at best, opposites complement, but also to some extent. In reference to relationships, how can 2 different people live together with so much possibility of clashing with each other and yet hope to work things out! Imagine the pain when problems can't be resolved, when you realise that your differences cut through so deep. It scares me sometimes of who I might find and what I might find if I ever love someone who's the exact opposite of me. Will we ever be on the same page? Will our priorities differ? Who's right and who's wrong? I shudder at the thought of facing these questions with someone who might not even know me.
Similarities bring people together. Common childhoods, common experiences, they do more than just create a medium for meaningful interaction. There is a special bond that has the potential to bind them. A bond that can be nurtured and grown over time.
Similar views on life, love and liquor.
Lately I've been pondering quite a bit on love. Not that I would want to fall in love again at this point in time, but just thinking of the possibilities excites me. It's been keeping me awake when I should be asleep. Keeping me sane when the world is driving me nuts. It's been so refreshing!
Yet it feels like everything that has happened has happened for a reason. The past few weeks have been nothing short of ups and downs and I get a feeling that God is trying to tell me to slow things down. All I can ask right now is for wisdom to discern, and for God's will to be done.
Amber's nice, but it'll have to wait.
Wednesday, July 27, 2016
It was just this morning before I embarked on yet another 5 kilometre run. Something and someone got me back on the mood for blogging again. Thank you.
I used to love writing. Loved the way I could express myself so freely without having to make any justifications in front of another human being. Or worse still pretend to be someone i'm not. Since this blog no longer has any followers, I figured imma post whatever I would hope to say but couldn't bring myself to mouth the words right here.
Sad thing happened today though. One of my men was verbally and physically threatened by his superiors today. Sadder still is the fact that he wasn't to blame. Saddest of all was that his superior took it out on him, in order to sorta cover his own ass in front of HIS superiors. I was pissed at the lack of justice, as well as as the lack of leadership around in that office. Though my men may be great deal smaller in terms of seniority, but Excuse Me, he has been working ever so diligently to cover Your ass while you were often away. To me, the need to save face while not admitting that you might have been in the wrong is a no go (to hell with my english/lack-thereof).
How can you call yourself a commander when you will not admit first of your own wrong-doings. Will you even be humble enough to know that he has been supporting your ass all this while!? Now that you have decided to act on lack of care for your subordinates, it only makes my job a hella lot easier.
I will never bear a grudge, only the burden of injustice. You most certainly won't go unscathed.
I used to love writing. Loved the way I could express myself so freely without having to make any justifications in front of another human being. Or worse still pretend to be someone i'm not. Since this blog no longer has any followers, I figured imma post whatever I would hope to say but couldn't bring myself to mouth the words right here.
Sad thing happened today though. One of my men was verbally and physically threatened by his superiors today. Sadder still is the fact that he wasn't to blame. Saddest of all was that his superior took it out on him, in order to sorta cover his own ass in front of HIS superiors. I was pissed at the lack of justice, as well as as the lack of leadership around in that office. Though my men may be great deal smaller in terms of seniority, but Excuse Me, he has been working ever so diligently to cover Your ass while you were often away. To me, the need to save face while not admitting that you might have been in the wrong is a no go (to hell with my english/lack-thereof).
How can you call yourself a commander when you will not admit first of your own wrong-doings. Will you even be humble enough to know that he has been supporting your ass all this while!? Now that you have decided to act on lack of care for your subordinates, it only makes my job a hella lot easier.
I will never bear a grudge, only the burden of injustice. You most certainly won't go unscathed.
It was a wonderful apple indeed. (an old draft I found)
Just recently, I have begun to realise that my diet plays a crucial aspect in my overall well-being. My mum has insisted that I eat two servings of fruits everyday, and that I should eat more. A lot more.
I had an apple and a slice of watermelon just after a bowl of pork terriyaki. Along with a packet of milo. It certainly felt good. I was just commenting a while ago that the guys in our class are really healthy. Nearly everyone is inclined to having a slice of watermelon or honeydew after their meal.
People say that a healthy person is also a happy person. I ought to be happy. I am at the prime of my youth. I am surrounded by a jovial bunch of guys who chuckle at just about the slightest twitch of an eye. Today is a bright an sunny day. The conditions are perfect.
But why is my mind distraught over an abyss of nothing~ness. What is wrong with my life? Do I not have everything that I have ever needed? Why do I feel so empty? Why does life feel so meaningless?
Just last night, I had a quick chat with Tiara, over the usefulness of the lesson. She had so much verve. She was filled with good vibes.
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