FY 2008

There can be no such thing as no strings attached.

With every conversation, every exchange of emotion, in every sort of relationship, romatic, platonic or one with a hi-bye stranger, intangible strings of connection form. These invisible threads of emotion, trust and responsibility, no matter how shallow, interwine with one another, forming a prison of interwoven webs.

Until this mess of a web of attachments can be untangled and servered, the red ending line will not be scored.

First of July, the start of a new Financial Year came and went uneventfully and it is now one year and 5 days of working life. There's so much to reflect, so much to ponder upon, so much of what could be better, even more to be thankful for and a whole lot of what I do not deserve.

Facebook is still a craze, along with Twitter, two online communication platforms that I refuse to dive deep down into. Un-tendy yes, that's pretty much the anti-social attitude for you. While I AM on them, I fail terribly to understand how and why one should check Facebook/ Twitter 10 times a day? Let alone update it just as often. Strangely, I added myself to the Twitter network and oh, I got watched by a couple of don't know whos, when I said nothing at all. I am so not beginning to see the point. I guess I'm too much of a damn boring person to have much to update on. And a big lazy bum too of course.

The weekend ends now and its workWORKworkWORKwork (say that in a sing-song voice). xD
Next weekend would be fun!