When you burn bridges, it is when you no longer need or wish to cross the river. Then you look across now and then. You find your life centred on waiting and wishing and hoping to see glimpses of what you thought you could leave behind. Like a stranded carnivore, you left a land of feasting to starve on your island.


When you have decided to take on a job you don't whine. Rule no. 1. In fact there is no reason to. The job is quite good fun with some new friends made and in a way you are helping some people who really have been neglected by the government. Although sometimes, some of them can be nasty, undeserving of help or courtesy. But those are just lousy distractions.


As for fun and laughter, it is in a way off the path. There were those days till sec 2 when shopping alone in orchard road many of those weekends, escaping from np, grabbing cds off the selves gave me immense, endless joy. Eating the little tidbits and grabbing little pieces of cash from the wallet seems like an eden like experience. These days, the craziness of the soul made me go on a wild goose chase herding people and me and going out like no tomorrow when hello!, there is more than that eh?


The point of the matter is not on who where what how. The moral of the story is usually not explicit but felt. Sometimes, the feeling is just wrong. And you know it. Like i knew it. And that is that. The cycle goes.


"And when that happens i know it. A message saying so merely confirms a piece of news some secret vein already received, severing from me an irreplaceable part of myself, letting loose like a kite on a broken string. That is why, walking across a school campus on this particular december morning, i keep searching the sky. As if i expected to see, rather like hearts, a lost pair of kites hurrying toward heaven."-A christmas memory,1956



To those who matter:

After the buzz and busy, and the impossibilities, what remains is when they part, we know, after all the hype of impossible is nothing, the truth is nothing is impossible. Till then, have yourself a wild time. Happy chinese new year.

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