17 December 2009, Part III.

17 December 2009, Part II.

17 December 2009, Part I.

16 December 2009.

Going down memory lane.

15 December:
One year back...

My favourite embellished birds.

Travelling at the speed of 130 MPH along the motorway, after East Coast Expressway, I would guess, a Light-Emitting Diode embellished bird flew gracefully overhead the seemingly Lilliputian metal body when compared to the magnificent craft above. As it approaches the welcoming runway, the corner of my lip stretched a little further toward my cheekbone, and an appreciative sigh followed.

That was my miracle. What is yours?

Holler up.

The blustering noise generating from the above flat has been causing so much of a din since 1000 hours this morning when I was still sound asleep. My head is thumping along to the perpetual rhythm of the construction yet nonconstructive noise. Here I am trying to relish my Monday afternoon with soft sunlight streaming into the house, whilst sipping a glass of mixer that is gradually losing its chillness. I just have to stretch my patience for not more than three hours and I will be out of my house, free from the incessant, intolerable, deafening noise.

Go figure.

It is not about any attachment to this blog that is keeping me from creating a new space elsewhere. So what is it?

I ended a conference over the phone about two hours ago. We laid out brief details of our project gathering which will take place in exactly seven days. See, we can never shake off the burden of schoolwork completely even during our breather. Age catches up with us, but we catch up with learning.

How time flies. We are just about to hit one on the clock.

Call it inspiration.

It is not getting any earlier, now that I have harmonised my body with time, to rest when the clock hits twelve. I will make it snappy, though. I shall make it a point to inscribe my presence. Could have been too cruel to abandon this space with no meaning attached to it.

Anne is on her way to immerse herself in the heartwarming Christmas spirit London has to offer. In about three hours, she will take in chilled air, yet embrace the warmth of this endearing festive season. I am exhilarated for her. It is as though she is fulfilling my dream, something I may never experience in my present existence. All I can do for myself at the very least is to rely on my imagination.

Time to retreat to my bed, hoping that my dreams tonight will do me a little bit of happiness.
:)

The sky can crack too.

What if this year, that very day, is just like every other year that has gone by?

I don't need a title for this.

Just when I thought everything was coming to an end..
Just when I thought I was nearly there..
It comes down to one thing, that I was dead wrong all along.
Brilliant.

At this moment, let me just step into the picture and say that this year has been rather shitty. I will take a step back and look at the big picture when we welcome 2010 in a matter of weeks. Since this year hasn't really been a smooth ride, next year will be so much better!

So much time have passed, it mustn't affect me any longer. Time to shed my old skin.
(Don't imagine it literally.)

There will always be a tomorrow for every today :)

To seek.

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