Auld Lang Syne.

Reloading...
There comes a particular period of time in the year when the masses actually undergo some sort of retrospective mood in their lives. A kind of mass exodus of minds from the status quo into the future - near or far. A promising kind of feeling that transcends the crappy situation that you are in right now; giving the current bright spark a seemingly rosier picture for times to come.

And that particular period, ladies and gentlemen, are the days leading up to the new year.

The flurry of resolutions, be it private or announced publicly, has this indispensable effect in acting as a panacea to all our problems. The psychological impact from the wishes and images of serenity and better prospects serve to elevate us from the sticky situation in reality, into the endless possibilities that generate in the mind from a future that has yet to come. It is the power of yearning. and the net force tht results from that yearning is a cure for the besieged soul; a soul inundated by problems, overwhelmed by the intricacies of God's gift.

Verily the power in which it exudes, quintessentially lies in the fact that the future hasn't happened.

The individual may take a problem into his or her stride, but what the individual cannot help is the thought of the conclusion that beckons. Double edged ending? A blunt anti-climax? Or simply a fiasco waiting to happen? The myriad possibilites are laid on a platter on the grey matter up in his head; something that could potentially lead to instability and insecureness. On the other hand, something that could be used to propel oneself into a pedestal of excellence. The latter, is a form of resolution psychologically (and practically) worth investing in. Serves to conjure up the perfect ending, whilst making the psyche undergo a more bearable ezperience during a tumultous period.

A warm and fuzzy feeling of better days to come in the lead up to the new year is a feeling we all go through; a cheerfulness and optimism in which we cannot help. The manifestations are endless as we scour form individual to individual. a common occurence commercially exported through the media, through friends, foe or family. But let us not forget about the good old days, the auld lang syne. The fistful of moments that take our breath away. Let us take the enthusiasm and bullishness that emanates from the psychological phenomena of the incipient new year and carry it on into the next 365 days.

So here's to a new year, pop a bottle of champagne (not recommended for my muslims friends), light up a cigar, party till dawn, have that poignant transition under the stars, mope around, blow balloons, or simply stay traditional and watch the party animals go all out from the comforts of your living room.

A blessed new year and an awesome transition to you.

you vs feelings

I admit being an unrepentant bastard who spares no attention for things around me. I always take things for granted and am a connoiseur of lies and deception. I'm even more unsure as to why I'm embracing the beauty of lying and deceiving.

I'm just like you people and am no saint.

Yes, many a time I keep mum and spares no thought or get defensive when I'm being missle at. I really am fine with that because deep within myself, I know I'm severely flawed. Be it personality, character, or whatsoever it is, I know I have serious problems myself.

There ain't any cure to all of these, but like what my buddy have mentioned "the lack of perseverance" is probably the biggest culprit. No medicine can heal me of my flaws, no surgery can even help to remove these atrocious behavioural traits.

Prosecute that guilty subject and all will be fine!

Is it really that easy?

Is benign neglect the ultimatum for me to regain normalcy?

Seriously, I'm just as clueless.



Someone: "Things happened for a reason."

Me: "What reason?"

It abruptly ended there.

It was a rude interference by me to someone who've dissed me romantically.



Come to think again, I was obsessed with these few questions that I've been asking myself daily:

"Why am I doing this for?"

"What is it that I really want?"

"Do I do this because I want to?"

and lastly,

"I want to do this because I want to"



It's getting a little strange, but not to the capacity of self-decimation yet.

I don't need any help, because all of which was required has been rendered.

I need to think right before I even get to do things right.

Give me some time, Allow me some time.

Say hello to the latter,

I've never harboured thoughts of making my love life a clandestine affair, and in this instance I can't be more proud to say I've nearly completed my life's equation with my denominator.

This is not a promotional advertisement of my latest acquisition, but a little tribute for my belief and utmost love for the latter.

I'm telling you people what an important person in my life means to me, so do you have an important person worth tributing too?

I won't say how much the latter loves me, because it's so incredible that even the most profound or appropriate words can only undermine this love.

People, tell me you're envious.

But let me tell you all, I love the latter.

p/s: the latter refers to someone, not a thing and sadly, we're no more - irony, much?