Normative Statements

Sometime last week, I went through the whole exercise of coping with emotive self destruction - where your being yearns for something, but you know full well that what you seek is quite beyond your reach and in my case, extends beyond one's own ability to turn the tide.

That isn't in anyway - meek acceptance. Meek acceptance and genuine retrospection are two very different matters.

Meek acceptance is to scorn and curse at one's fate, and pray for divinity from the heavens.

Retrospection, on the other hand, is to take things in your stride, recognize your weaknesses and move on to fight another day.

However, I have no hard feelings of the episode, only to say that I genuinely treasure the agonizing and often painful dispensation of brutal truth and the painful assault it brought upon the emotions/senses - for it douses you with the springs of reality and extinguishes the desire for any illusions or fantasies.

However, there is still hope, not some abstract longing, but real expectations based upon some hard facts and objectivities.

Or there may be more disappointments to come, but seriously, I always ask myself how much more worst can it get.

Hence, a new week starts, what will come about it?What shall materialize? It is Lent, a time of (My mum so aptly reminded me) a time of 'abstinence and penance'. Amen to that. So tuna sandwiches on Wednesday, Celery Bolognese on Thursday, Abstinence on Friday (No Alcohol, No cheap 2nd hand tobacco, No Sex) and well you can eat a whole damm cow on Saturday because Jesus is risen from the dead..

Still it's Monday and I still have a whole chunk of emotional baggage to feast on from last week.

(In the LATEST installment: She (who spend half a Saturday fiddling with some damm watch which practices HR Hyperinflation) proudly boasts that she has gotten a full refund for the watch! Well, congrats for getting a full refund)