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Solace of the Shadows
Friday, April 29, 2005
"If you make one mistake, blame no one but yourself and rectify your error. Fight like a bull, a lion, and a falcon, be as a flash of lightning in a storm. Otherwise you will be defeated."
The kind of words which are somehow able to spring forth from the texts and create a form of its own, almost palpably, imposing itself into the mind of the reader, burning it into rememberance, and hopefully triggering a positive reaction in turn. Weather through time, but undoubtedly remaining intact. Just like ancient hieroglyphs enforced into granite. A culture and civilisation which presents so many things to learn from, and imparts a renewed sense of motivation and awe, bearing itself to be a testament through time. There are many small lessons to be learnt from words which should not be forgotten, hopefully.
Thank you Fatin, for that.
Saturday, April 02, 2005
I rarely do this (heck i rarely blog now in any case) but i guess while lying on the bed reading a little with the rain and overcast clouds safely seperated by the confines of the home, it kinda gives one the space to think for a while. I guess i'd say that my days have undergone the transition from one routine to the next. But this time it's a much more familiar one. The one which pretty much dilutes any sort of random interesting events from happening in the day other than what happens during that routine. Yeah, training has totally sapped my time so much so that i barely feel like i'm actually having holidays before the dreaded foreign concept of school begins. The thing is that it isn't a bad thing because it's been what i've wanted to do ever since i began accursed National Slavery but never had the chance to fulfill. The problem is that routine pretty much makes every other aspect of my life outside of that as dull as dishwater. Even a monk living in a cave would have more interesting stories and experiences to share.
The point i'm driving at is that throughout this entire time, i'm thankful for one person who's tolerated all of my dead boring antics. The sheer patience and pervasive calm she shows is something i can barely begin to describe fully. Any other lady would have given up on me a long time ago because frankly i could never deal with these situations very well. Especially so when i had been so weary of talking to girls because a great deal of them have this egotistical narcissistic impression that any guy who talks to them for no apparent reason at all immediately has the insidious motive to hit on them. Although really i can't imagine why, because can't someone simply talk to another individual (whether male or female) without being categorized immediately in their heads for no damned reason? Well, i digress to another tirade for another time. But well, Fatin did none of these, never judging me in such a way i hated, never harbouring ill suspicions of me which never existed, never questioning me incessently about my whereabouts, putting a sense of trust to me which i am grateful for. And even if she were to begin these things, i wouldn't blame her because she would only have good reason to. (touch wood !)
So yeah, as always i can only manage to pry the veneer of what i truly mean because it never seems to come out right. It's difficult to formulate thoughts into tangible words sometimes.
Well i can but only say Thank You baby, for always putting up with my shortcomings and misdemeanours, because there are few others who would do the same. I just felt compelled to say that. You're one heck of a special person, if not to others then without a flicker of doubt you are to me.
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