Well, let's not speculate... I'm merely here to ventilate, something that I should have done earlier perhaps... regardless, this looks set to be yet another mindless post :)
I had the good opportunity of dining with my PA, Alvin tonight :) It's not often we have the luxury of dining together, and in such a propitious occasion, we found ourselves at Marche at 313@Somerset (or is it the other way around?)... anyway...
Marche holds much special meaning for me: it was there where I spent many happy moments with friends, and drowned (quite literally!) many sad moments. Anthropomorphising, Marche has been very kind to me :)
And so I find myself with Alvin at Marche, and once again, I struck by the many realities of life, more precisely, my life.
Nothing's changed.
Surely, I did not mean that literally. I meant that, in the course of 2-3 years, I am essentially the same person. The spirits did much to liberate my mind from the shackles of deceit with which I imprison myself, for no better reason than to gain momentary reprieve from a pain most assiduous.
"Assiduous"... what a beautiful word. Almost as beautiful as the pain it describes. Unremitting, unrelenting, unceasing.
But I exaggerate. It is not as bad as I present it. It merely feels so...
I often wonder if I am feeling more than others, or is what I am feeling, more than others? But what of it? I am still left with my own, on my own.
I am suddenly very tired... must be the weather (how convenient!)... besides, what's the point? My best intentions are not nearly good enough, so what's the point?
I ask, but I dare not await the answer...
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