September

I know the month is far from over, and it is silly to bear grudges against an inanimate month. But you cannot blame me, since it was like the solar equivalent of the lunar 7th month.

It had been a rough week, all the way up to the weekend.
A potential mate passed and gone.
My double standards officially validated.
A unprecedented discovery that "cheap thrill" is a harsh insult.
Retribution of mockery of self degradation.
A dubiously late act of goodwill.

Looking back, the pain and hurt were all worthwhile I guess. At least I learnt a few things.
Like how talk is really cheap sometimes?
I can't always be so trusting?
People often have exploitive agendas?
Seemingly nice gestures needs to be treated with an extra pinch of salt and protective skeptism?
And lastly, perhaps once in a while, I should stow away my cynism for another day?

At the end of the day, I learn that compartmentalizing is the best strategy. You can have a fiery tempest brewing in one room, yet a tranquail primeval in another; vile acids and sharpened stings ready in one room, yet cuddly bears and warm hearts in another. At the end of the day, we will close up all the doors. And then we move on. With wounds healing and lessons learnt. And we will just keep going.

With the past been heard, present being seen, and the future to be felt.

Wake me up when september ends

1 Sept was a rough start, with me waking up on the wrong side of the bed(metaphorically, of course) for the month of september.
At the very least, today ended in a good note. There was satisfying dinner(boy, I sure love EWF!), and a sinful post-dinner treat(*winks*), which was very fruitful. I totally did not regret it and was uber glad cos they had nice music. On enquiry, I found that the number was a cover by Princess Velasco, and it led me to a treasure cove of covers.
New songs in my playlist!!! =D

Anyhow, to whom it may concern, it is always enlightening to know how people think of you. Helps to diff between phantoms in shells and mask, and true people with hearts. Between friends who are not afraid of pain so that they can show you the light, and those that are just selfish and self-centred and leave you in the dark.
There is only one heaven, but nobody said anything about it being not compartmentalized right? Just food for thought, not blasphemy.