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Yes, I have a girlfriend and life rocks. I'll post about her later.

Untitled (Strangers)

He stared out the window at the cityscape, reflecting on the present, just like they taught him to do. Despite their intermittent absences, like so many bursts of static, he could still remember much of their teachings. He had especially loved the Brood Ma, whom he had loved as he loved his mother, and could hear her comforting voice echoing in the subconscious.

"The past, the present, the future. So many things to look at, so many things to play with, yet, great temptations are not withheld from us." That cryptic way she always spoke in... "The past, like a great shoot, has already hardened behind us, tough and unbending, we may only observe in silence and learn the way of the tree. The future, so wispy, so undefined, so...not-there. That is what we see with great fear, unknowing and ignorant, like an embryo unsure of the world outside the womb. We may bend it, but carefully, lest it springs away like a faerie idiot. But, ah, the present! IT beckons, IT calls, IT begs us to do, to be, something NOW. NOW! NOW! NOW! it calls, like an imbecilic cockatoo. Being the One That Must Be, we must learn to be omnipresent, omniscient and omnipotent...which must all be done NOW! To be everywhere is easy, but to be everywhere AT ONCE is difficult. That is the magic of the Present."

He watched and watched the greyness of the haze, thinking on the appropriateness of the weather in accordance with the heaving feeling of his soul. He felt emo. That was what they called it, those adolescents. It could be explained. He was not at a crossroads, where one feels like being quartered. He was simply in a barren wilderness, knowing that he had left a town back there from whence he came and knowing that he was heading towards another town. But where and when was beyond comprehension. They told him to head due south-west for three days, but he had already walked in that direction for thirty days and hadn't found any town, or ruins for that matter. Where on Earth was he?

He had left his friends behind and had hoped to find more where he was going. But he found himself a Stranger in a Strange Land.

Quirky Times

So, life's getting really funny.

I find myself sitting in a discussion room in a library with four girls I've only known for five and a half weeks and I find myself teaching them English using C.S. Lewis' 'The Magician's Nephew' as a text.

I find myself sitting next to a girl I like in a jolting bus to nowhere, as far as I'm concerned, but I don't dare to utter a single word and neither does she. Instead, we just look out the same window, but for all it looks like, we could be worlds apart, and probably are.

I find myself being custodian of a class who cannot speak my language and whose language I cannot speak. I am another Valentine Michael Smith, unable to grok, but attempting to learn to do so. As a stranger in a strange land, is it possible for me to grok my new water-brothers and is it possible for them to grok me?

I find myself telling a new friend about things that I have never shared with anyone else. Is it something good?

I find myself wondering at times what to do, yet remain a beacon of strength for others. A Dilemma.

Zai Jian.

Hellooo...

Gosh, it's been such a long time since my last post...

Just dropping in to update my blog real quick.

1. Targets come and targets go. I know what I said before, but I reserve the right to switch targets as and when I decide to do so. So, yeah, there's this other girl. But it's not confirmed. So, I'm just waiting to see how the cookie crumbles. But I'd really appreciate it if others stop talking about us as an item. It's not real just yet. And it really isn't their business either. But I don't know how to tell them that without hurting their feelings, so I'm happy to just let them go on talking and giggling. Another thing is how to confess to her. I wonder if I'm rushing it too much. I've only known her for, what, a month? Isn't that a little too fast?

2. College. It's quite good and much better than expected. I'm picking up Mandarin...just a little, so I can converse. It's hard being Class Rep and not knowing what people in your class are saying.

3. Emotional Trend. Right now, I have a bad feeling that I'm on the up and up, but the great downfall is just round the corner...there's starting to be an emotional vacuum inside that slowly growing...it's going to burst soon.

4. Settling down into a routine that's quite tiring...about 8 hours a day in college.

Any advice on that first issue up there will be much appreciated. Just comment if you've anything to say.

Thanks,
Until Next Time (Which Might Be Quite Far In The Future)