Nemesis
( tired. and heading to bed. sorry if i sound illogical )
there are always people in our lives.
Some we love. Some love us.
Some we hate. Some hate us.
And others whom we love and hate.
I am not going to say which group is the most important. cuz, inevitably, all of them are. They have a part to play in moulding us.
I am just so curious about a particular grp. The grp whom we love and hate at the same time.
Love because you simply cant stop yourself from liking.
Hate because the person made you show a part of yourself you have never shown to others. Not even yourself. This person simply has the magical touch, heavens-sent, to make you come exposed. Naked. In the open air. Open to scrutiny. Vulnerable.
Yet, in a most carefree like laugh, with a shrug of the shoulder, he wraps you in a blanket, assuring that everything is fine.
The thoughts that run through them runs through us too.
We love them. Cuz they have the magical power to see through us.
We hate them. Cuz they speak for the weaker ( but sometimes correct) voice in you.
goodnite.
counting down. last day at work is next fri.
the whole place is in a mess. terrible. worst place i've worked for.
no one knows what is happening. terribly understaffed.
ridiculous to have outsiders knowing more about transactions that the staff. simply ridiculous. no excuses. no reasons. plain ridiculous.
there are always people in our lives.
Some we love. Some love us.
Some we hate. Some hate us.
And others whom we love and hate.
I am not going to say which group is the most important. cuz, inevitably, all of them are. They have a part to play in moulding us.
I am just so curious about a particular grp. The grp whom we love and hate at the same time.
Love because you simply cant stop yourself from liking.
Hate because the person made you show a part of yourself you have never shown to others. Not even yourself. This person simply has the magical touch, heavens-sent, to make you come exposed. Naked. In the open air. Open to scrutiny. Vulnerable.
Yet, in a most carefree like laugh, with a shrug of the shoulder, he wraps you in a blanket, assuring that everything is fine.
The thoughts that run through them runs through us too.
We love them. Cuz they have the magical power to see through us.
We hate them. Cuz they speak for the weaker ( but sometimes correct) voice in you.
goodnite.
counting down. last day at work is next fri.
the whole place is in a mess. terrible. worst place i've worked for.
no one knows what is happening. terribly understaffed.
ridiculous to have outsiders knowing more about transactions that the staff. simply ridiculous. no excuses. no reasons. plain ridiculous.
Sprinkled upon a star
on Wednesday, July 05, 2006 at 9:27 AM.
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