Dear Diary
This is another of those very back-dated entries...at least if it is to be regarded as an update on September - which is, the previous month. I had meant to write sooner, but time, and my own energy, would not grant my desire. Many a night, I just sat on my bed, in the midst of towel-drying my hair, and accomplished nothing useful by just sitting there, peeling dry skin off my hands as though in a meditative state, and just let my mind go blank. Blank with thoughts and blank with nothingness, like an unwavering surface of a lake.
September has been a busy month, at least for the first 2 weeks. Not much shopping done, but I did take time to enjoy the dips in the malls and their restaurants / cafes. Jane Austen has also been a good companion these while. I am glad I read her books - one of those classics most talked about, but not many have truly read them! I so love the cultures portrayed, and the use of English in a more ancient style- poetic and elegant...
Recently I have began to practise Yoga on my own at home, when I have the spare time. I so do wish I could go back to Yoga classes again... nothing like it that makes one feel truly rejuvenated and healthy in both the mind, body and soul. I promise that i will make time for it again very soon.
I have slowly lost interest in local politics, I came to realize. Part of the reason might be that, I havent the time or might to follow up on recent updates. But I have slowly came to see the two sides of the coin more clearly - nope, I am not brainwashed by propaganda or those who do not lead in the best of its people's interest. I simply do not see why we should remain the group that falls under the control of a government and some of their more ludicrious policies. There are many who are unaffected - but because they do not care, but because they can afford not to be daunted. And if we cannot change our rulership (not because we havent the power or liberty to do so, but simply, the people here have guts that only allow them to make noise but not take actions), then perhaps, it is us that we should change.
Have you ever met a stranger, who has the power to intrigue you - perhaps it is the air of mystery, or a kind of je ne sais quoi unexplainable - that pokes and gnaws at you...? There is much to wonder, and you are curious to find out much more about this stranger. You wish to open up his or her mind, or at least be allowed a peek within it, so that your curiosity is satiated and your questions are all answered...
But on the other hand, you do not really desire the key to open up this mysterious door or to unravel anything...because you do not wish to find out, do not wish to know their flaws that may make them less beauteous than in your imagination... you wish for them to be as perfect as can be, in your memory. And somehow, they have disappeared from your life... you do not know how to find them, where they might be at, or who might know them. And this creates a longing that is painful, hopeful, amongst the vast skies and wide oceans... You do not even know if you might meet them again, ever.
Well, its late. I better go grab dinner and then take the 30 minute stroll home slowly, while the streetlamps are still willing companions.
In the meantime, here is an early Samhain greeting out to you. les baisers et les bénédictions à vous mon amour
