the chapter closes

yes, as i flipped the last page of Sophie's world, it felt that what i needed to know was being taught to me over the past few days. my life's learnings are invaluable, so there won't be any comparision made, its simply the concept of time.

well, my midyears are screwed, but hey, not my life though. heh =)

ultimately, it's the A levels which matter eh? enough of that, well, the skepticism which is imbued within the self remains... as i continue to find answers, the first of which is to seek why the 'spirit' lusts for understanding. the concept of nothingness still impresses, however it hasn't been what the norm has considered. if only thy medium can meditate under a tree facing the sea, perhaps nature would converse with it.

anyway, there were good times too. especially when one hasn't excercised in months, and is suddenly rekindled the love of his sport (softball). the temasek 'beavers' (lol) won 12-5 as all had a good time, including the birthday man who umpired. it is the team which mattered, and fond memories floated in front of us too. philosophy at that time, was like an 'extra' thing which popped up only when i was free. haha. ironic eh? following that immediately was cycling with amos and rayner. as we flew past the roads, they brought in the concept of superstition as we saw 2 funeral processions taking place. it had indeed been a bad day, or so it seemed, for the both of them. on the other hand, i was enjoying myself and it struck me, hard. as we pedalled to bedok jetty and met with their friends, i just sat looking at the sea, thoughts abundant. after that was a concept plot of revenge came up, and it bewildered my senses. am i to accept that we are mere mortals? yes, we are born to ere. sure? argh...

we cycled to the macdonalds, to the laguna, and back to mac again. then, amos had to leave, and i waited for alvin and simone. well, we then cycled past bedok jetty to the other end, where we took a breather at a shelter which had surprisingly strong wind. i decided to leave them and head for bedok jetty as they were discussing matters which i shouldn't interfere with.

as the colourness and unknown gushed relentlessly at my entire body, the strong mystical force set me back to the land of ideas. the throbbing increased and adrenaline pumped, sending whirlpools of lashes against the intelligence as i tried to shield them off. it was then a good time to go cycling, as i took off at remarkable speed despite physical fatigue. the pressure applied at the crank arms increased spasmodically which was proportionate to where its nerve connects. it required 20 - 25mins to which i reached the other end of east coast, stopping awhile for a drink. the messages i received distorted my rationale as i then paced around on bike at the area of which 7-eleven was. then, i was by the sand with bike beside, enjoying the moon. oh how cunning it was! stealthily, it concealed itself and take a little peek at us and hastily retracted as it became self conscious. heh. i was reluctant to leave, and thus watched the performance of the live band nearby. it was already 10.30, and i lost my courage and decided it was sufficient.

now, i am lame. it was a good day though, but could it possibly keep up?