there is something about weddings that foments a concatenation of emotions that can’t be easily explained; a certain sense of joy, a certain sense of salient hope, and yet an uncertain sense of affirmation and commitment. maybe it’s simply because i have not crossed that particular bridge yet, or maybe it’s because there’s a particular lack of emotional ballast, but there is a certain sense of altruism which constantly eludes me that, for all my romantic worth, i am simply unable to grasp.
it is 1.30 in the morning, i am exhausted and i shall sleep.
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in retrospect, if there is anything which i am truly unable to comprehend, it’s the capacity to know the best way to react to situations. a right klutz you are, pak shu hwa, a right klutz you are.
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and at 2.47 it rained, and while prudence dictates that i crash and wake for work in 5 hours time, there is something utterly compelling about the sound and smell of it all, that all is well, that all is right, that everything is right as rain.
