good things when short are twice as good.

I seem to have so much to say to justify so many feelings. You know those occassional emotional punches to your head you experience when there's a whirlpool of thoughts that send a fuzzy nuzzle right down your chest? YES. i'm talking about those.

Emails really are, a slice of one's memories.

I am the sort of person who keeps old emails just for the sake of reading them back on a better day. And i'm talking abt those tear-jerking ones that would take a lifetime of courage to read on again. I find sentimental value in them, don't know why.

Perhaps, just because.

Just because they were a profound part of my mental disk space. A concrete memory of my emotions. I am an emotional bastard, simply said. Certain things can make me cry like an asshole,literally.

Ok so i shall quit on taking you round and round on my emotional circle and cut to the chase.

A year ago,
marked the last time i met a friend. See, this friend and i severed ties unexpectedly and quietly over the course of the past one year. What jerked me was the fact that it's been a year. And to know that once upon a time we were like the nail&thumb - it kinda warms me to know that a year has brought us to different pages in life.

Our lives have changed, we have changed. But i believe very much that nothing could change our memories. It was that...special to say the least.

So i dropped that friend an email, a sign of genuine reminisence. And i'm not ashamed to feel that way,never will.

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Another email i dropped off at another friend's feet was even more emotional, i would say. Taking into account that this friend and i shared memories that can't be claimed distant. It happened merely about a week ago. So it's kind of a closure sort of an email, and again..i'm glad i brought myself to come up with that. Jordan Hill's Remember Me This Way was spot-on in every aspect and i have no qualms on making it known to him. However he takes it, i believe that he'll take it good. So yeah.

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And spending time with Imran has always been nothing less than refreshing.Especially if we talk on topics pertaining our current ordinary lives. How the notion of him being a Libran suddenly came under the spotlight since i've just had a closed chapter with one ; made me see things about these wonderful Librans in another retrospect altogether.

How Librans would conform to normality and won't ever take on a challenge not cos they're too afraid or lack of a risk taker, but just because..they're designed that way. And how my intuitive nature brings me to a further understanding of his predicament. Allah works wonders on our puny human minds sometimes, don't you think?

Imran enlightened me further on how circumstance would be so because..just because.

How i realised that my selfish nature in throwing flattery at people would often be mistaken as an inadequacy of mine, when actually it's just how i am. And how Librans (or this particular Libran i know of) catapulted to the clouds when i decided to just throw in some nice and sincere words to him.

Then it brings me to another notion - how conveying messages to a person of your intellect makes your job a gazillion times easier. Ok but that's besides the point here.

You see, i'm in this mental mould of mine whereby i would have sleepless nights, just cos i'm thinking too much. Like as if i'm genius enough to be using 0.5% more of my brain mass just to figure out things when actually some things don't have answers, just because.

Then i realise, that this is essentially how i am - the constant thinker of things. How i'd still be 50 and (hopefully still not blogging, then that would make my entries super boring and unreadable, and life, fucked up.) still be thinking of things that would be concerning me then.

Sometimes this 'state of thought' brings me to reaches far beyond my own vicinity and i can't help but return altered, if not, rejuvenated. To the many people in my life who's made this ride worthwhile - i bet that if you could sum me up in one word, it would be...crazy.

Haha and that would aaalways and forever be the biggest joke God has played on me since He decided to grant my existence - the fact that He's made it possible for me to be deemed crazy. God, do you not love me? Sometimes i feel as if God loves joking the joke out of me just cos He loves me. And i can't thank Him enough for that, nuff said.

And so i get thrown at some emotional punches once in awhile - but they've all made way to my 'i'm gonna remember this for the rest of my Indian life' novel and you see, they're a worthwhile read.

And what was the start of all this ranting again, i haven't the foggiest idea.

Do know that Mira has somehow, always been like this. I admit defeat but am silently resilient to overcome the odds. If you've been a faithful reader of this humble abode of mine since i first had meeracle.blogspot, i think i daresay there's just one thing that's not changed in me - the way i express emotions.

Laugh at me all you want dear imbecile, but we all know that at the end of the day, I'm all good.
More over, thankful that for the years that have rolled by, i have inculcated within me a knack for the logical.

All things logical are but the best. It's when you feel with your heart and think with your mind that Life brings you to the end of the day smiling. So in other words folks, try not to think with your heart and feel with your mind - that'll mess you up!!

Hooray this entry has become as long as a literature novel. And i think i'm beginning to bore the jesus out of you. So tell you what, for further verbal exchanges, feel free to drop me an email at jaquiroozle007@hotmail.com. If you've noticed, i've SCRAPPED my tagboard cos it's a bit of a white elephant for me. So any other constructive criticism or otherwise would be gladly welcomed in the form of an email. And who knows, maybe yours would be the next best thing in my life. =)

Cheers.

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