i think not talking to the people i usually talk to for a day or two pulls me back and i'm seeing things in a different perspective.
it's quite unfamiliar and alienating.
i can't decide which i prefer.
familiarity and ignorance or my new found revelation.

anyway i retract whatever i've said about knowing who people really are.
it's quite impossible really.
i think the selfish and calculating streak in everyone grows inevitably and we grow up on polite lies and little half-truth masks.
but then again, i'm not sure i want to see real faces.

a much better and efficient way to sum and conclude these two paragraphs is that: MY IMAGINATION IS WORKING OVERTIME.

on much brighter note, i'm having quite a happy and lonely chinese new year.
i find rest in solitude.
and cheers to the ever constant in my life, God, and the other non-family constant He's blessed me with :)
it makes everything else a lot less important and there's hope to cope.

and what's it with cynicism.
personally, i loathe it.
especially one-sided cynicism.