Angels and Demons
Haven't blogged in a LONG time. A lot has happened in between this time, and I'd rather not go into it.
The one mentionable thing that has happened is that I am a certified mamu now. My cousin sis gave birth to an angel of a girl on 21st Dec 2004 at 2:57 pm.
Not only are babies cute, but they are the purest human beings present. Not one bit of pretention, nor a flicker of disdain in their eyes. Her eyes. Exploring the new world she has been brought into. All ready to accept the life of human being with determination. Yes. I fet that her eyes looked determined. Upbeat. Confident.
And these are the things I am missing right now. And their loss is quite cyclic for me. I can't be really confident if I am not determined to go out and achieve that missing something in my life. And you can't be happy if you are not confident. Trouble has been eating me inside out. I have to raise my standards to a level of self acceptance. Something needs to be done.
This calls for the sacrifice of my present for the sake of my future.
The future, which would inevitably turn into present one day, ready with its head on the guillotine, waiting to be butchered ruthlessly by the great jaws of time, which spare no soul.
The one mentionable thing that has happened is that I am a certified mamu now. My cousin sis gave birth to an angel of a girl on 21st Dec 2004 at 2:57 pm.
Not only are babies cute, but they are the purest human beings present. Not one bit of pretention, nor a flicker of disdain in their eyes. Her eyes. Exploring the new world she has been brought into. All ready to accept the life of human being with determination. Yes. I fet that her eyes looked determined. Upbeat. Confident.
And these are the things I am missing right now. And their loss is quite cyclic for me. I can't be really confident if I am not determined to go out and achieve that missing something in my life. And you can't be happy if you are not confident. Trouble has been eating me inside out. I have to raise my standards to a level of self acceptance. Something needs to be done.
This calls for the sacrifice of my present for the sake of my future.
The future, which would inevitably turn into present one day, ready with its head on the guillotine, waiting to be butchered ruthlessly by the great jaws of time, which spare no soul.