This is the time of year I like most. A special month in all its seriousness and discipline yet a time of celebration and joy with love ones. And me, am expecting all to come back this weekend to be together to celebrate and to contemplate in this auspicious month.
So I better get this entry, a short one though, be ready and published before my place be swarmed by the lovable gerombolan hehehe.
Selamat Bersahur and good morning !
In the past week or so time was not so cheery unlike the weeks before that it was full of hurrahs.
The mood was dull (black?) and feelings low and swaying and the mind in the state of indecisiveness.
Aargghh . . .
The sea of red on the computer screen seemed a bother. It was in a way affecting me not as much in a big way but the overall mood was sinking, regretting with . . .why didn't I. . . I should have . . .
Its like a missing zero in a figure . . .
A short in a sum . . .
Its easier to say like this, you have a bird in the hand, but now it has flown away . . . 😞😞😞😞😞
|Bulbul on take off|
Why would you be emotional if things are not so much affecting you. But its the waves of red that makes you gasp at every dip of the green as you watched until your eyes go red . . . and helplessly hoping . . .
When it is red you see red. To whom is your anger directed? No one. Its normal, the indecisive mind.
|Red Eye Starling|
Selamat Berpuasa .