it's been a, treacherous month.
I hate it when I am always racing against time.
I hate it when I need to apologise for missed deadlines.
I hate it when I need to pick up someone else's loose ends.
I hate it when I need to cover up for things not done by me, yet answerable for.
just when I thought my life is still in a somewhat, random sensible order, some incidents just had to happen to make me rethink the kind of life that I want to lead. that there is just so little time to appreciate everyone. that when too many mistakes are made, there probably won't be enough time to put things right again. that when we are too caught up in the daily grind, we missed so many contact points of bonding. I sincerely appreciate all the blogs, tweets etc. As naive as it sounds, thanks all dear friends who blogs, tweets, msn, fbing, sms & call me to update me snippets & insights to your lives.
Everyone is growing old together. Life is just too fragile, too vulnerable.
Before it's too late, I gonna pick up the pen & jot down whatever lil memories & thoughts I have before dementia hits me.
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