Instant update: Second half of February.

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There must be a reason why.

Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, 

have governed my life: the longing for love,

the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity

for the suffering of mankind.

Bertrand Russell

 

We do not need to visit an asylum to see psychopathology;

it will be found in our daily activities.

Sigmund Freud 

 

A mature relationship is one in which each party assumes

responsibility for her/his individuation,

& supports the other in hers/his as well.

 

Why Good People Do Bad Things by James Hollis

Movida, Giza Mall.

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I’ve been using a lot of slideshow viewings these days. This was night out with my training colleagues. Some couldn’t make it, great night nonetheless.

I really hope we would continue to keep in touch, even if we go our separate ways in future. Good friends are meant to be kept

Read me.

Searching fruitlessly for that chimera, her true self

looking for the paragon of love everyone is talking about.

She keeps walking towards the two in nitid attires

Without realising she’s approaching a mirror

with the person she could touch forever with.

Because with him, 

she can put the cares of the world behind

to enjoy an evening of anecdote and badinage.

She can be completely blithe

where birds whistled and the wind blows softly.

If the end does not supervene,

the two of them – they could be palindrome.

Don’t leave without a word, she said

for this thing is difficult to snuff

almost impossible to occlude 

and so easy to busticate.

Life is good when there’s food!

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Lots of food. Someday soon, I’m going to learn how to cook.

Jessie’s baby, Crumpler, is so bloody adorable!

& the super huge macaroon? I can’t wait to have a taste!

Photos do the talking.

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CNY at Jessie’s place. Great open house!

Night out with a bunch of awesome people @ Zouk KL, had so much fun that night.

Given the chance, would you choose to redact your story?

It has been mellifluous, but you and I know it’s gonna end someday

Varicolored; as you say I make your life colorful

I wonder if at a certain point, we’d go back in time

Back to black and white.

We are a farrago of fantasy, dreams, and a touch of fairy tale

Most of the time anyway.

Sometimes we’re like specks of feathers

Floating aimlessly in the wide, blue ocean.

You’d never give to one who isn’t the first

And that’s how I know, this, us, it’s fugacious.

I’d make you learn again if I could,

I’d teach you to give again, if you would just ask,

You know I’d say yes.

Prima facie – you’re everything I’ve been looking for

Then I realised, you still are and you’ll probably always be.

But then again, maybe I’ve interpreted it all wrong

Perhaps this is how you’ve wanted it all along

So I’ll cherish this while it lasts

One day, all we will ever be is a maudlin story told by strangers.