i mourn the loss of my dance pardner

I mourn the loss of my dance pardner. Although she at times fumbled (which is not to say i didnt myself), she was always tolerant and enduring. I shall miss her then. Sobs. Well i think i wont be going there so often anymore myself, at least till i manage to get the pgp room. cuz sheep sez its gonna take least a month before we can get rooms. doubleyouteeaff mate?!
The Xenbar thing's getting better. Justin's agreed to extend the deadline: Cool. Now I'll have to come up with a poster: Uncool. Pasting it all over the campus: uncool. Having loads of mail, sms, calls and excel spreadsheet messiness: Really uncool. Having politics seep into this project of mine, having people badmouthing others who have been helping me out while the person didnt do shit for nuts RIGHT in front of me and apologise without so much a hint of apology: Bloody steamin' uncool. I cant wait till this is over.
Its always the case. You dont go salsa for a long time, u startin to think its a bloody waste of time. But the instant you step in and do the 1st round of basic it all comes back and suddenly youre hooked all over again. Proud of the fact that i still have my motion and moves with me. Well the moves precious few, ive forgotten most save the really good ones. Like that NP girl sez: you fall so deeply in love with it youll come down even when ur project ends 9pm. Well shes bloody good so i cant say much.
What i can say is that its in direct contest with other priorities. I really want to go work out, help out in the summit stuff, relief stuff, ocr stuff, climb, so many things to do. and i REALLY want to study. Time management never seemed so tough. Oh not to forget blogging, im kinda hooked to it as well. And ive yet to settle own issues too.

The fog the shroud the mist is returning, the low point the disintegration is looming again and i urgently need time to think it out. Maybe this sunday ill scram out of my house, head down to some quiet spot like Mcritchie or Bukit Timah and just sit down meditate or something. Think ill need that. Think ill do that.

home is behind
the world ahead
and there are many paths to tread
through shadow, to the edge of night
until the stars are all alight
mist and shadow, cloud and shade
hope shall fail
all shall fade.

hehe. Kev told me the story of the gentlemanly knight who carried his darling across a puddle of water. I cringe and bear my teeth. Too much it reminds me of the fake stuff teenyboppers do. But then coming to think of it, it is actually alright, if its all truthfullness. In truth it will be ok. Its actually all right. Heheh. After all i did chew on a rose and serenade before. heheh. hilarious that one was, tho.

More musing along the way home:

Why did God bar adam and eve from the apple tree?
Why bar them from obtaining knowledge?
Why have it there in the 1st place?
More importantly: Was there a choice to have it placed in the garden in the 1st place?
Implications, implications. Kev sez he's got the ans to this but is too busy tending to his darling joyce's ankle. heh, Yc hopes her ankle recovers soon too. Think i sent him a little too many wierd msgs just now; i tend to get like tht when i start thinking too much and switch to another of my wierd moods.

Oh ive just started another blog to have discussions with clar n kev on evolution n creationism n intelligent design. and eventaully anything that troubles and pops up in the mind. Its unlearnyouparadigms. Nothing posted there right now. Soon i hope. Tending to 3 blogs. Waht is this, some kinda collection spree??



Bide thy time,
watch the train.
Watch real carefully.
Just watch it.
Careful. Be real careful.