thoughtshowerings

Slowly, bit by bit, I'm finding my way back to into books. I recall the irresistible draw towards them, the alternate time and space it almost always manages to transport me into, immersing me in the plot, spoiling me with imagination. I do not know how writers churn out several hundred pages of words, seemingly effortless only to produce stunning reads that etches itself in memories. Words taking shape into flesh and blood, characters moving and speaking. Damn, they're good! So, yes,I confess, I'm secretly a nerd that digs books and is excited by good reads. I think I can feel words, nevermind the fact I'm not really good with them. like when they describe a fire scene, I can almost see vermilion orange fused with red flames licking walls. The heat, like opening an oven all at once and feel the outburst of the searing heat. You cant really stop books, they intoxicate you, (unless it was some math text on deriving a geometric progression) and overflow you with places an...

My feelings at this precise moment are kind of difficult to describe. It lies somewhere between here and there, not too much leaning towards here, nor taking any preference to there, just plain ol' between here and there. Promotions came and went as quickly as the morning's cold gust of wind, leaving some refreshed and energised, while others only felt its chilly and lonely bitterness. Some see it as an opportunity, as an indication of perhaps rain? And some are indifferent. Feeling chilly and bitter, friend S could only emanate jealously(which he attempts to hide) and discontenment. Resolved to never put in effort ever again(for the upteenth time) with such vehement, friend S leaves me feeling between here and there. Even if I am blessed with the gift of gab; that I am able to charm the birds off tree branches and orang utans off vines, I was tongue-tied. Should I comfort him, perhaps telling him that we all will be promoted in time, which was of course the truth? No, that wou...

A tired mind is a weak mind, as I have found out and managed to draw the conclusion only recently, despite having known the fact long ago. You see, knowing something and assimilating it are entirely two different things. Tired minds are susceptible to emotion rushes. Especially anger, which swells up uncontrollably when the mind is tired. Patience dips, and tolerance levels are almost non exsistant. A string of words spoken carelessly or actions done could ignite the short fuse leading to an explosion of anger which refuses to subside and can only get worse. I do not deny that I fall into the above category and I do feel guilty that sometimes I unleash this beast onto innocent people. So now I hope that I can exercise some form of self restrain to prevent this from happening too often...