The White PAge

The Sigh

2006-05-30T07:00:00.000+08:00

The irony of found solace…only to be enjoyed, yet painfully dreaded in this part of the world.. Desired by the being, the land may be, but of what use, for without the perfect soul, a sense of void forever fills the emptiness within..

What may have seemed to be only four weeks, have seemed to be like an eternity.

For now, pure happiness has existed for the duration of a mere fraction of a week, experienced only for a fleeting moment…Limited, precious moments, recalled day after day with sweet bliss.. A lonesome grief, shared only by the privileged, yet pathetic few..

Lonely nights never seem to end, so too, the slow and painful days…

Days of the Bastards

2006-03-27T23:40:00.000+08:00

Finally,…for the finale…hehe… how corny can one sometimes get ? or should I say, I, get ? Hmmm…... soh how ? =) .. only my gf will get it... wait,..gf ? haha..again, only she will get it.....lest i cause anymore confusion, it's good friend..

Happy is not the word to describe how it feels, to be able to get out of there soon.. After all, what the hell is happiness ?

There is so much imperfection, so many questions waiting to be answered, and yet, so few answers in life. Similarly, an amazing amount of contradictions, empty promises and hypocrisy exist.. A rather bizarre, and extremely twisted version of “work-life balance” was offered to the organization’s populace in the routine circulation. A positive step forward, one must applaud. An extremely feeble attempt to soothe the mass migration one could say, an equally, incredibly and expected failure to deliver by the gods above the clouds was clearly observed very soon after. Vision, clearly obscured by personal goals at the expense of everyone’s personal life. Expected disappointment experienced by the less experienced population. Resignation to fate ? Or inertia? Or perhaps and quite probably, the will to persevere, to fight on is still strong.. They will always keep the flag flying high. Am I a quitter, a loser, a tired.. disgruntled individual, or an opportunist?

Refuge…solace has been found somewhere else..somewhere far far away from that end of the world,…that horribly isolated part of the country, to me that is.. But for every fortunate event brings along an equally unfortunate experience. The impending sense of loss…of company arising from one’s departure from the very institute which he had spent the formative years of his career, seems rather debilitating..

Memories, both good and bad, are a lifelong burden. Friendships forged through hardship over time will never be forgotten. Horribly scripted, but perfectly executed working relationships will hopefully be a thing of the past, not to be experienced ever again. The hypocrisy weighing against one’s own conscience is too heavy a burden to bear at times.. the thought of betraying your own morals and beliefs goes against the grain of being, the perfect gentleman…but then again, there will never be such a thing, as ‘perfect’..

One’s own feelings are difficult to comprehend at times.. Feelings from the heart sometimes do not correlate with thoughts from the mind…

It is much easier, to not like a person, then to not miss a person… but for reasons I cannot understand at all, .......strange things are happening

Hmmm

2006-03-27T23:02:00.000+08:00

Love is like playing the piano. First you must learn to play by the rules,
then you must forget the rules and play from your heart.

A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.

To love and win is the best thing. To love and lose, the next best.

There is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved.

It is with true love as it is with ghosts; everyone talks about it,
but few have seen it.

Better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all.

I don't make you feel special, I just remind you that you are special..

Still doesnt explain what love is....

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love#Sternberg.
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