Saturday, September 16, 2006
Over dinner yesterday, Yang gradually came to realise that I am not completely the character whom she used to know - an astute observation from a friend who always has the ability to see through me. I have finally embraced a cynical nature.
Y'know, a small voice in the troubadour's soul still urges me to retain a certain belief in fairytales, but I need to suppress the minority voice. Circumstances have not been kind to that former belief of mine. No longer am I the man-child who chanted after Peter Pan, I believe in fairies, I do, I do. Welcome to the real world, where frost-flecked skies are beautiful, yet sickeningly and deathly cold.
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After a long-drawn Scottish debacle, I do not wish for another re-occurrence, and henceforth I shall subscribe to the abject principle that all plans are merely a basis for change.
Plus ca change. Yes indeed, all is change.
Y'know, a small voice in the troubadour's soul still urges me to retain a certain belief in fairytales, but I need to suppress the minority voice. Circumstances have not been kind to that former belief of mine. No longer am I the man-child who chanted after Peter Pan, I believe in fairies, I do, I do. Welcome to the real world, where frost-flecked skies are beautiful, yet sickeningly and deathly cold.
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After a long-drawn Scottish debacle, I do not wish for another re-occurrence, and henceforth I shall subscribe to the abject principle that all plans are merely a basis for change.
Plus ca change. Yes indeed, all is change.
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