Maybe I should post about my trip to HKG from the 15th - 18th of March. But everything happened so fast that I can't really recall what happened. I only know that my legs hurt bad and I am extremely tired. I walked and walked from HKG Island to Kowloon and bought bags of cds and two sets of tarot cards.
Of course I strolled along in tshirts and shorts and the temperature was between 16 - 21 degrees celcius. The locals were wrapped in windbreakers and scarves but I enjoyed the chill in the air which is completely lacking in Malaysia. Apparently the temparature will rise up to 42 degrees next Monday although I will be in Singapore by then.
Oh yes! I watched a concert in HKG; The Hong Kong Philharmonic Orchestra & Sally Yeh Live! which should be the reason why I went to HKG, heh. The show was good and Sally's singing matched up to the standards of classical-pop singing, whatever that is. But I did enjoy myself during the performance. No regrets in this sense. The atmosphere is never the same when watching a DVD.
I am off to Singapore in a couple of hours. To be honest, I am excited and am looking forward to it.
I don't plan to write anything heavy right now. Although I'd like to say "thou art that". Three simple words but of supreme significance.
Good night.
Friday, March 18, 2005
Sunday, March 13, 2005
Before I forget
It has been bugging for two days. But I was too busy to pen it down until I couldn't hold back any longer. So I am stealing time from my client and colleagues to furtively pour my thoughts here.
Before it slips my mind to beneath the polished ego, I shall etch it clearly that I have been making the same error since I was 13. Nevertheless I deliberately forget for the temptation of self pity and sensuality are strong. They are not over powering the pillar of insight and balance but just darker, hotter, steamier and delicisously captivating. So they seem to be. Not them as in the physical sense but the thoughts. The ensnaring thoughts and the restless mind. A mind who craves for attention, activity, progress, companionship and a route AWAY from the inner self. A mind who seeks troubles that pleases the need for movements. But movements, which are unreal. So I believe that I moved or changed and most importantly learned.
Did I?
I am laughing out loud for being idiotic.
It is excruciatingly painful to put the unspeakable into words. But if it this the only way we can communicate, then please forgive the inaccuracies.
The answer is, no. I didn't change nor did I learn. It is merely a transference.
Swords penetrated the fragility of the five senses. It hurts; reality always does, doesn't it?
Soon, very soon the pull towards the darker side will come again.
The conflict begins. Perhaps, it merely continues.
Before it slips my mind to beneath the polished ego, I shall etch it clearly that I have been making the same error since I was 13. Nevertheless I deliberately forget for the temptation of self pity and sensuality are strong. They are not over powering the pillar of insight and balance but just darker, hotter, steamier and delicisously captivating. So they seem to be. Not them as in the physical sense but the thoughts. The ensnaring thoughts and the restless mind. A mind who craves for attention, activity, progress, companionship and a route AWAY from the inner self. A mind who seeks troubles that pleases the need for movements. But movements, which are unreal. So I believe that I moved or changed and most importantly learned.
Did I?
I am laughing out loud for being idiotic.
It is excruciatingly painful to put the unspeakable into words. But if it this the only way we can communicate, then please forgive the inaccuracies.
The answer is, no. I didn't change nor did I learn. It is merely a transference.
Swords penetrated the fragility of the five senses. It hurts; reality always does, doesn't it?
Soon, very soon the pull towards the darker side will come again.
The conflict begins. Perhaps, it merely continues.
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