The past few weeks have been extremely busy. Raffles was a pain in the ass, and Thank god for Farquhar because without him, my life would be worse. The money-minded Raffles was filled with suspicion for simple little things which he had interpreted as some part of a agenda discreet in sorts; he is paranoid! I reckon this happens when one is too in love with love.
Hence, after all my busy-ness, i went rowing in the river yesterday to wind down and cool off from the heat of work. Alone in the river, i began to love life for what it was from the start, the time we entered into this world. The innocence and ignorance of the mind, far away from the complexities of politiking.
I row, row, row and row for a distance, and my arms felt tired and strained. My breathing intensified with a few more strokes. Strangely, i felt happy as this feeling gave me a high, like a drug but is not. It seems like one dont need drug to get high, an act, event or situation can be high as well.
