OoOoOoOoO Cherie...it's slepe time *yawn*

ok so div n nith visited yesterday.
and do i have more to write on that?
not really..
wish i did. but it passed by
and thats about it it seems

and i guess i agree with mona
nothing to write about these days

do i think?
so to think about thinking?
or think of anything constructive?
are there such things as constructive thoughts?
thoughts of construction?
the construction of thoughts?
how? and to perceive?
is perceiving the same as interpreting?
what's involved?
and the reflective hearing?
do i get what i mean across?
or does it some how just end up floating
somewhere in between the potential poles
of what it possibly mean..
meaning it gets no where in the end?

magic.
how much do you believe in it?
from magic, miracles to mirages
each has their own connotation
but in the end is it not to the individual
to class an event as any of the three
for any phenomena that they wish?
or to place it under title
of an unexplored region of science?
for any show of magic
is it not a skill of distraction?
to be able to veil the true intention
beneath the public mask?

a miracle
an occurrence of the impossible
in times when hope is lost.
for without the feeling of desperation
where would the value of the event be?
is it not that in the greatest times of hunger
that we find even the most basic foods
as the delicacies of heaven??

and the mirage.
for what else is there?
but simple illusion
where the sheep follow in blind faith
to reach out for some star in the sky
despite the slipping of the feet
over the side of the cliff
as you fall.

am i sure about what im on about anymore?
and the usual answer?
nope.
is today any different.
nope
and so.

off to bed i go.
its late yet again
nite nite
*hugs*

Blankly. Belated. Bloggie. B'day.

Looking at past yrs around this time
would be the onset of "bloggie's b'day soon"
well. least for some yrs. not all
but anyways
thing to say?
its now bloggie is 4 yrs old :)
as of 3 days ago..
but buried down in business
i failed to notice.. till.. well.. today
and with this post as #443
supposedly according to the dashboard.
that means a solid round about 110 post per year :)
am i or should i even be proud? i have no idea...
tho to keep it going there woulda been repetition along the way

bleh. im tired
but somehow i forsee this to be one of those
i dunno why i still do it but i do sorta things
not sure tho bout the post frequency...

now its getting late
and im really sleep deprived..
of the reason i have no idea
but with long day tomoz
shall write later
nite
*hugs*

Shadows of the Past.

Delete.
Delete.
Delete.
that's what's happened to a few posts lately..
why?
coz they're drivel.
but seems like they're all about 3 or 4 liners
which get nowhere.
and by the time i wanna continue em
i cant even remember the point in the first place -.-

well we're into the 4th week into 2nd semester...
whilst im sinking underneath my sea of notes-to-be-written
and meanwhilst
week after week im set back further and further
as quiz after quiz is after me for answers
short answers n MCQ.. they're after me.. gahhhhhhh
and dont get me started on Lab reports *shakes head*
and now..
its about 9pm
and i have no clue as to where my h bio lab manual is
so i could study.. or maybe do tomorrow's prelab
*sigh* labs everyday -.-
tho then again i guess better than
having to to class presentation ^^
anth *shrudders*

the other day..
i was thinking about some aspect of truth
and you know just like many things in life
which could be distorted by our perspectives
is it that truth can be relative too?
for the possible single syllable that you omit
or the tone that you could say it in
or for the person receiving
the interpretation could change anything
from one meaning to the next.

i once said to someone..
that "i try to live in the present"
but you know.. even for that.
seven words. the different circumstances
which surround and bind
twist n turn
each experience either
collapsing or creating
a whole new barrier
to whether or not things may be achieved
and even at that would words we say
forever be etched in our minds?
for the things we remember
may just not be the same as any other?

each moment has its own significance to another
just as each person's priorities change
and yet to stop n dwell on an occurence
that's something thats worth doing in the end
for all the things you realise you do
or dont do
that you could have done, or said or undone
or at the very least apologised or accounted for..
or even just to stop and ask WHY??
what happened?
you let time pass.
and every moment the single thing that you CHOOSE to do
angles your course yet again shaping and sulpturing
the fine tendrils of the river of your life.

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ok so i havent touched this in ages. YET AGAIN
but. it was too long n wasteful to delete it..
save the letters!
:S
maybe.. thoughts more than letters...
despite the fact that its the letters strung together
that put a medium for communication..

bleh. so its nearing a month since i last published
why?
coz im either procratting for some reason or the other
and well other alternatives look so much brighter than blogging
well at that particular moment... series!! ^^
that plus lack of thoughts that i can actually remember
by the end of the day.. its all disappeared...

anyways better end this here
or i'll never start a new slate
nite nite
*hugs*