Freaky.

July 13, 2007 in Just the tale

It’s not common for me to blog twice in a day, much less an hour, but this just has to come out.

I’ve been having a load of deja vu recently.  Only thing is, it’s not just dejavu – i really know what’s going to happen next because i have dreamt it before.   Well it’s not the first time it’s happened, but it is the first time it’s become so frequent, with 6 times in 2 days.  I’m not too sure whether i should be afraid or whether this is a sign for something to happen, but i don’t know and i can’t control it – that alone freaks me out a tad.

Yes i’m leaving it to God, but that doesn’t mean not thinking about it at all right?

Travelling Back

July 13, 2007 in Just the tale, Thoughts

I surfed my blog archives just for kicks and i came across a number of articles that i remember writing in their full entirety.

Many of these i wrote when i was heartbroken, sad, dejected, depressed, melancholy, insightful and the like. Some of them i were happy, feeling blessed, cheerful and other positive emotions. As i read through them again, i don’t know if i should be disgusted at how weak i was, or marvel at the process of growth (at least i hope), whether to dismiss them as part of my gone past or remember them as part of me that is still living in me somewhere.  I just thought i’d put them all here in this post for old time’s sake.

And so, in the words of that green ogre we all love and loathe, that’ll do, donkey, that’ll do.

How Long An Eternity Is

July 13, 2007 in Prose and Poetry, Thoughts

A second for one who is happy
Millennia for he who is sad
The future for us living
The present for them dead
How it feels for a wife giving birth
How it is for the husband who waits
An instant to those in love
A forever for one who hates
The amount of time for work to be done
And the same to anticipate play
A yawn for the period a sprinter would run
But a blink for the marathon’s way
A drop which fills an ocean of tears
A wink in the edge of a smile
A moment too far for which to await
Something that’s worth our while
So easy for a mother to give to her son
Yet so hard for the son to stay
The reign of a tyrant’s dynasty
And the wait for the rightful’s way
Shortened in times we desire
Extended in times which we loathe
Drawn out in which we would rather forget
Quick for which that we would hold

Too brief for the time to love
Too far in the time we send
Too short for one who wants it to stay
Too long for whom bids it end

Be warned that i have no idea what i’m trying to say at many points in the above – it just sort of formulated by itself, kinda like “the little creepy voice in my head told me to put that”. 😀