Lots of work in the office.
No time to write earlier.
Also had dinner with some people related to work just now.
Just reached home and feeling very tired.
Also last night got news that a good friend suffered a heart attack.
Quite bad, I heard.
My prayers for him.
He is just in his early 40s.
Got a wife and three kids.
Hope he'll get well....for their sake.
That's real life.
Unlike blogging....or being wrapped up in cyberspace.
Thinking that we are the centre of this universe.
Thinking that everything and everyone revolves around us.
While the fact is that each of us are just a tiny insignificant entity in the overall scheme of things.
That what we wrote is not making much difference.
Who are we to tell people to hate each other? To judge people? To accuse people of these and that?
The real world actually doesn't really give a shit about our little pompous selves.
And when the day comes, not that too long from now, as we lay dying alone, we will realise how silly all these nonsense really are.
That it doesn't really matter.
That the real people with real life out there don't really care about our little silly egoistical selves.
So, get real, okay.
Me, I'm just writing for fun.
It's just an outlet to lessen the stress of real life.
Blogging is not life and death.
At least not for me....
Sorry, there's really nothing worthwhile to write at the moment.
Or it's just me being too tired to write a proper posting.
To tired to think, even....
I better stop rambling here.
You all better enjoy this eight minutes of beautiful music instead, okay,