At this point, while I am literally ALONE in the office and laziness to deal with my work has hit me, I am blogging to unload the burden of my heart who has experienced many dilemma for the past months, weeks, days... what about love .... ahh, i don't want to write anymore. The mere mention of the reason why I am writing gives me the creeps. But much as I'd like to admit, I am a hopeless and helpless romantic. Blame it on the novels I have read since I was 10 years of age. I just stopped reading on romantic novels few years back with the realization that all i inherited from it are insane ideas that love makes the world go round.
Yup, cynic, that's me. I have been called that several times. Oh, not to mention insensitive and freak when it comes to matters of the heart. Me, freak? What, do I have 3 legs and 2 heads? Freak ... tsk tsk ...
Two weeks ago,I have experienced difficulty in breathing for a week. Diagnosis? Suppression of Feelings and Coercion to Divert Attention Syndrome. Ever heard of it?
I never expected this is possible. Am i getting too old hiding my feelings? When i was a bit younger, i have no worries on how i will hold my breath and expel it after taunting emotions, gripping of heart, stoppage of brain cells occur. It was easy.
But now ....
what has changed? Is it me? Am i THAT old? or is it the intensity of emotions I an unequipped to deal with?
Ah... I promised that I will not analyze, I will not think, I will not talk about it ... but ... to forget is painful much as waiting is, as Paulo Coelho said. Which to do is the worse kind.
Where am I?
Later.
Yup, cynic, that's me. I have been called that several times. Oh, not to mention insensitive and freak when it comes to matters of the heart. Me, freak? What, do I have 3 legs and 2 heads? Freak ... tsk tsk ...
Two weeks ago,I have experienced difficulty in breathing for a week. Diagnosis? Suppression of Feelings and Coercion to Divert Attention Syndrome. Ever heard of it?
I never expected this is possible. Am i getting too old hiding my feelings? When i was a bit younger, i have no worries on how i will hold my breath and expel it after taunting emotions, gripping of heart, stoppage of brain cells occur. It was easy.
But now ....
what has changed? Is it me? Am i THAT old? or is it the intensity of emotions I an unequipped to deal with?
Ah... I promised that I will not analyze, I will not think, I will not talk about it ... but ... to forget is painful much as waiting is, as Paulo Coelho said. Which to do is the worse kind.
Where am I?
Later.
