Sometimes, I have this great urge to log onto my bloggy and post an entry; it seemed to me that there's just so many provocative issues to ponder upon in writing. But somehow, everytime I sit down with my fingers poised upon the keyboard to do just that, I would suddenly feel abit lost. Why is that so?? Case in point; I was just about to relate the marvellous outing I had on tuesday evening with a couple of my old secondary school chums, when my brain literally froze on me... I just didnt know where to start. More accurately, I didnt see the point in writing about it. I think that's quite scary, actually.
Perhaps I'm juz feeling abit worn out (or worn down??) and it really has an adverse effect on my day-to-day functioning. ALthough I think it's in my best interests to be actively looking for a new job, (because my career-oriented unhappiness is probably the root of my emotional upheavals) I guess I've not been trying hard enough. While it's inappropriate to digress at this point, I would like to mention that one of the most dreadful things about being a singleton is that complete sense of loneliness I get when I go to bed at night; there is practically no one whom I truly desire to say "Goodnight and sweetdreams" to.. Yet I would rather remain as such rather than be in an unfulfilling relationship. Some people say I'm too fastidious, while some others claim that I don't know what I'm looking for. Contrary to all these well-intentioned opinions, I think I've been through enough of life to know exactly what I'm looking for...
AT any rate, when I think back in retrospect, I can safely say that life has been quite a bitch~ I hope God does not turn me into a bitter, cynical bastard anytime too soon... (though I've this nagging paranoia that I'm one of those already)
