Dear Diary
Yes, April belongs to Aries. There is a special significance to this month. This will be a long entry, bear with me.
But firstly, I am trying to work with this MacBook thing. It is so confusing - the applications are complex, the structure is unfamiliar, and I didnt even know I had to replace "Ctrl" with "Command" in order for my commands to work. Oh well, never truly been an Apple fan, just learning the ropes. You need to remember that I loathe technology to begin with. I have to admit that MacBook is a lot faster than the Windows and whatnot I have been accustomed to, though.
I received another acceptance for my manuscript from another publisher. This one was unexpected because they had a stringet set of standards and evaluation (I saw the questionnaire - intimidating!). Too bad I have already agreed to let PublishAmerica take over. I do hope I may get the chance to work with Leadstart on my other books or poems, though.
This will be a very social month for me, in the celebration of the day my presence became part of this world. Every year it is like a mini procession - food, drinks, singing, dancing etc, simply because I have so many different groups of friends and they're people I try not to let mingle for many reasons. I love the chance to catch up and enjoy good times together. I love these people who have been shown the way into my world for a reason, our paths have crossed and we are still intact.
Like the *Pris who've been my close friend for more than two decades; the thick and thin we been through.
Like *Faith and *Charliez, who know me inside out for more than a decade regardless of distance and what unpleasant history we might've had.
Like Jas, MY, AL and Crys - my gems. We must've grown up together in lecture halls and then the clubs of our days.
Like the Swn gang - especially Gary, Cynthia and Linda, a decade of keeping a lookout for each other and exploring hangout spots.
Like Ed, Chris, GY and Ash - there's no telling when virtual becomes reality and thanks for the listening ears lent.
Like the Russian Blonde and Charl - who would've thought we could talk about anything, everything, and leave nothing out?
Then the budding ones I've come to love in the recent years for all that we've shared, and all your care and support - my banker pal JC, fellow Aries R, closer male colleagues, some clients who've become tight friends, Sherwin, Mazia, Loren, Tammie etc. Did I miss anyone out? I pray not, if not it would defeat the purpose of this mini thanksgiving for my amigas. I couldnt imagine my life without you - you're all so different but you have a piece of me, all of you, whenever you need me.
Close friends understand that while I may dedicate alot to them when I can, and that I can treat them well, I guess they would also understand that I could cut them away without any qualms, anytime I feel the need to. Along the years, I have shred some friends who have been with me for years - those who I feel, do not put in efforts to keep the friendship afloat, or they break my trust. Its "Adieu" - in the farewell forever sense, not an "au revoir" with promises to meet up again. And if I decide to cut someone away, I will feel nothing for them whatsoever. I will do nothing more for them, no need to be too sentimental there.
Thats an Aries for you. The common traits of one - charming but impulsive, creative but direct, do not trust easily, but dependable, fickle-minded but passionate. I am all of that, and I am none of that. I can be charming and friendly when I want to be, but there are many I choose to be aloof or professional towards. Aries may be fickle-minded, but we are strong as well. Our minds and hearts may wander at times, but it doesnt take long for the strong side of us to take over and brush away the weakness. Creative? Sure, during these two weeks of my birthday "procession", besides the outings, wining and dining, I have been playing the keyboard (for lack of a piano) and brushing up on my Francais (French the language) again.
There are two vacations upcoming. Im already itching to get out of here for some fresh air, nature, and cultural differences.
I know, its sinful, but I really need a break. After all, Im healing from something currently. The hard work will kick in once again come May.
Recently I went to the Titanic exhibition as well. Love how they furnished the galleries to make one feel like they were really onboard. That, paired with the book I'd just completed recently, forms the perfect escapism for me, making me wish that once again, I was cast into the wistful desire to be back during the 19th - early 20th century again, in France or the UK. There is something magical about that era and these countries that seduces me like an ethereal lover. I cannot fathom why or how exactly.
Finally, the parting shots - some poetry I've written recently - click on them for a sneak preview before they come out in print version.
(i) Facets
(ii) Iceberg Memories
(iii) A Song for You
(IV) Losing the Game
(V) Lament of a Frosted Heart
Thats all for now. My love to you.
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