As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect. -Franz Kafka-

you can tell when somebody’s in a philosophical mood when they start quoting kafka:)

i realised something about life last night, that in any given situation, there will always be a representation of bad, as well as a representation of good. what makes life difficult is that very existance of spontaneous bad and good. now, i’m not a scholar of philosophy and i don’t pretand to be. but i believe that that’s where all of life’s philosophies come from; that exhausted cliche of the half-full vs half-empty glass. wynn always tells me that in cursing the red light, people often forget to appreciate the green light, and take in upon themselves that the green is what they feel that they rightfully deserve. in extending this metaphor, it could even be said that the red is what avoids collision between the greens and that someone’s red could be said to be someone else’s green and vice versa.

i have always lived by a philosophy of good intentions, that there are nobody is really diabolically evil or ill-meaning. all that jazz about the benefit of the doubt, i’m all for it. i realise that this is a rather naive approach to life, but i stick by it anyway. what is probably why i constantly appear to be the big pushover on the losing end of things, and i hold on to things, even when i’m being stomped all over, i hold on to a hope that somewhere beyond all the meaness, there’s some good in there, somewhere.

something happened in the office yesterday morning that totally upset me and turned me off this job also instantly. i sent some very frustrated emails to my bosses of which i’m just to pist to describe here.

last night a collegue called me about this gig i’m suppose to cover this friday and suddenly, i’m so bloody thankful i have this very job.

see? good and bad happening at the same time. this whole love-hate thing is just simply gonna eat me up alive someday.

Youth is happy because it has the ability to see beauty.
Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
-Franz Kafka-

living in irony is perplexing.

all that jazz about the light at the end of the tunnel, i hope it is not an oncoming train.

still hanging on for clear horizons.

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