dear jess,
in less than half an hour lives will change. In my moment of fleeting unselfishness i shall attempt to recapture truths of someone else other than just me. As im such a selfish arse, bear with me as words will fail my usually profound self! told you i was selfish didnt i?
How does one take time to appreciate another and attempt to be poignont? being the cynic that i am, it is good to pause and appreciate the few friends who actually do succesfully put up with me. You know, you have friends, and then you have friends.
This one was the other. The one that you could gripe about life's confusion and philosophies till 5 or seven in the morning, the one you can force to attempt bowling and subsequently laugh at when the ball ends up in the longkang, the one that wont laugh at your lame paranoia's and fears, the one that reassures you, the one that you can sit with your legs up on the couch over coffee and not worry about being yourself, the one that manages shopping and also talks on personal struggles, the one that didnt blink an eye knowing the worse side of you.
From artsy attempts of photo taking, to eating freebies at chillies, driving to unfound territories in the dead of night, then cowardly driving off, emotional breakdowns, thursday night readings and plannings, a 6 am breakfast, curry mee craze (still havent done our unc lim's), Road to Perdition appreciation session, Puchong goreng pisang ventures, an almost walk across the bridge highway but thanks to me being a coward, "what if" chat's, stupidly buying and loading a cupboard that couldnt fit the car, and who knows what else, my memory fails me.
Although circumstances changes our paths, it is always people who shape us, directly or indirectly. Ive shaped some paths im not so proud of and will always live that regret out. And in this undeserved circumstance, my path has been shaped too, by God's grace, awakening. For every single thing said here, a hundred things unsaid gets away. Simply because some things are not possible to be written and shouldn't even be.
As our paths take a slight change, and iam left with no one to bug with for some time, i shall not resolve to ending this letter with a cliched saying on friendship. Instead, ive been to the depths with this one and back. You know that. And with every ending comes a new beginning.
to that one person, Thanks ;) stay close to the pages of my diary.
Anything in any way beautiful derives its beauty from itself and asks nothing beyond itself. Praise is no part of it, for nothing is made worse or better by praise.
-Marcus Aelius Aurelius Antoninus
yours some slight miles away,
jess
in less than half an hour lives will change. In my moment of fleeting unselfishness i shall attempt to recapture truths of someone else other than just me. As im such a selfish arse, bear with me as words will fail my usually profound self! told you i was selfish didnt i?
How does one take time to appreciate another and attempt to be poignont? being the cynic that i am, it is good to pause and appreciate the few friends who actually do succesfully put up with me. You know, you have friends, and then you have friends.
This one was the other. The one that you could gripe about life's confusion and philosophies till 5 or seven in the morning, the one you can force to attempt bowling and subsequently laugh at when the ball ends up in the longkang, the one that wont laugh at your lame paranoia's and fears, the one that reassures you, the one that you can sit with your legs up on the couch over coffee and not worry about being yourself, the one that manages shopping and also talks on personal struggles, the one that didnt blink an eye knowing the worse side of you.
From artsy attempts of photo taking, to eating freebies at chillies, driving to unfound territories in the dead of night, then cowardly driving off, emotional breakdowns, thursday night readings and plannings, a 6 am breakfast, curry mee craze (still havent done our unc lim's), Road to Perdition appreciation session, Puchong goreng pisang ventures, an almost walk across the bridge highway but thanks to me being a coward, "what if" chat's, stupidly buying and loading a cupboard that couldnt fit the car, and who knows what else, my memory fails me.
Although circumstances changes our paths, it is always people who shape us, directly or indirectly. Ive shaped some paths im not so proud of and will always live that regret out. And in this undeserved circumstance, my path has been shaped too, by God's grace, awakening. For every single thing said here, a hundred things unsaid gets away. Simply because some things are not possible to be written and shouldn't even be.
As our paths take a slight change, and iam left with no one to bug with for some time, i shall not resolve to ending this letter with a cliched saying on friendship. Instead, ive been to the depths with this one and back. You know that. And with every ending comes a new beginning.
to that one person, Thanks ;) stay close to the pages of my diary.
Anything in any way beautiful derives its beauty from itself and asks nothing beyond itself. Praise is no part of it, for nothing is made worse or better by praise.
-Marcus Aelius Aurelius Antoninus
yours some slight miles away,
jess
1 comment:
eh i heard this dude u talkin about dam handsome wan huh...hehehe
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