[C'EST MOI]
living paradox. individualist with anarchistic tendencies.
eludes eminence but appreciates subtle recognition.
capricious yet dependable. clandestine and unfathomable.
cynical realist who succumbs to the occasional idealism.
[J'AIME]
music. films. feasting & drinking. team sports.
good company; family, friends and those who share similar interests.
It's not about the mood or the music. It's not about aromatherapy and burning sweet-smelling oils. It's not about the fresh air or the closeness to nature.
It's about having a rooted, unfaltering heart, a sound mind, and a well of faith that no matter what the circumstances are, good things will follow. Psalms 23 vs 4: Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.
vs 6: Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
It's never easy having to deal with the exams among other things (like the freak shock I had for a moment when I thought I didn't get the FYP of my choice, but thank God it's still not yet finalised), and when you think it can't get any more complicated, you have to deal with adults who act like kids. Literally.
Seriously, I've heard of quarrels over bills, responsibilities, infidelity etc etc. but who has heard of screaming and arguing over a tin of biscuits that apparently went missing?
Author's note: It is with deep regret to divulge that till now, there is still no trace of the missing Mr. Tin-of-Biscuits. Interviewed parties have claimed to have no clue about his whereabouts. Sources speculate that he was not kidnapped, but instead walked out on the family as it buckled under the pressure of having to deal with neglect and the ongoing insanity. It remains a baffling mystery and every member in the household shall be held accountable for the safety of Mr. Tin-of-Biscuits. We plead guilty to our irreponsible actions against Mr. Tin-of-Biscuits and petition for him to come back home to us so that peace can be restored.
Think this sounds silly? Imagine what it was like being caught in the middle of an open-air firing session that circled on this subject.
Sometimes I really don't know how to react to certain issues. It's hard to keep silent the deep urge to say how I feel, to debate and assert my position but how can I? How can I converse like an adult if everything that I say will just seem like disrespect to you?
It's probably not my position to say anything anyway.
After all, giving a piece of my mind probably won't make the situation any better. It's just an avenue for me to release the pent up frustrations. I'll just leave it to God. He's a worker of miracles. Who better to salvage the situation than the Helper himself?
[Time of Confession] 12:24 PM 0 Wisecracks for Me
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