Conundrum
Conundrum
Conundrum
Conundrum
when it comes to such matters, i am only an infant at best. without noticing it, i find myself once again in a spot. a dilemma. a conundrum. an inexorable predicament. so strong is my wish to pull myself away from this centrepetal abyss, to avoid me hurting, and/or hurting the other party again, that i have been trying to desensitise and immunize myself against this unrelenting poison of amour. But it just seems that my previous lessons learnt havent totally been internalised yet. Or perhaps, the pervicacious Diego Ryo in me has chosen to emancipate himself from the manacles of worldly caution and prudence, from the shackles of fear and passivity.
on a sidenote, i am learning Italian in school and Japanese from my friends. and Thai. and Hokkien...
Allegro :) Mamma Mia! E' Vero?
Soka !?!
but the most interesting course has got to be the Philosophy of Love. You can check out the syllabus at http://erosresearch.blogspot.com/
Awesome, isn't it?
and how ironic that an imbecile in love has chosen to enrol in this class. maybe it's time for the imbecile to move out of his idealistic and naive view of love.
and more than 2 weeks since my arrival, i am already tired of greeting and introducing myself to new friends or old friends who have forgotten my wonderful name. I agree with what ray said. Neither am I that extroverted and energetic to socialise with every human being i met on the street. Lately i have been doing it with just a smile and a nod. an implicit and unboisterous greeting. a tacit mutual recognition. silent and beautiful.
in this foreign land, i am grateful that i can still call call/skype my friends every now and then. Talking to them has never failed to make my days. Just wish that time and distance would not dilute our beautiful friendships. at least not too much.
Conundrum
Conundrum
when it comes to such matters, i am only an infant at best. without noticing it, i find myself once again in a spot. a dilemma. a conundrum. an inexorable predicament. so strong is my wish to pull myself away from this centrepetal abyss, to avoid me hurting, and/or hurting the other party again, that i have been trying to desensitise and immunize myself against this unrelenting poison of amour. But it just seems that my previous lessons learnt havent totally been internalised yet. Or perhaps, the pervicacious Diego Ryo in me has chosen to emancipate himself from the manacles of worldly caution and prudence, from the shackles of fear and passivity.
on a sidenote, i am learning Italian in school and Japanese from my friends. and Thai. and Hokkien...
Allegro :) Mamma Mia! E' Vero?
Soka !?!
but the most interesting course has got to be the Philosophy of Love. You can check out the syllabus at http://erosresearch.blogspot.com/
Awesome, isn't it?
and how ironic that an imbecile in love has chosen to enrol in this class. maybe it's time for the imbecile to move out of his idealistic and naive view of love.
and more than 2 weeks since my arrival, i am already tired of greeting and introducing myself to new friends or old friends who have forgotten my wonderful name. I agree with what ray said. Neither am I that extroverted and energetic to socialise with every human being i met on the street. Lately i have been doing it with just a smile and a nod. an implicit and unboisterous greeting. a tacit mutual recognition. silent and beautiful.
in this foreign land, i am grateful that i can still call call/skype my friends every now and then. Talking to them has never failed to make my days. Just wish that time and distance would not dilute our beautiful friendships. at least not too much.
1 Comments:
At 11:08 pm,
cyn said…
wah the 1st para cheem sia? AIYO dun think so much la! haha *slap slap* :) o dear... why are westerners so hyper n frenly arh? rmb tt i'm shaping my expectations from both ur blogs hehe... anw yea yea take care! n jay's new cd is NICE :)
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