New year, new promotion

Yeah, I got promoted. I'm a PR Consultant now. It's the equivalent as an Account Manager in the advertising industry. They promoted me in December last year but I forgot to blog about it until now. Hey, I'm busy and blogging no longer resides in my priority list.

It used to be something I did everyday and sometimes I would blog a couple of times a day. But no longer. I realised that I was using blogging to vent my feelings that I could not do otherwise. I didn't want to vent to my friends because to be honest, I didn't want their opinions. I just wanted to tell the world how I felt without being judge. I realised now, how childish and immature that was.

I've started keeping a journal again to write my deepest, darkest, angsy thoughts and feelings. I've forgotten how nice it was to physically scratch pen to paper. It's almost like using a fountain pen to pen a letter on onion paper to a penpal. Ahh... the good old days. Haha.

A nightmare or a premonition?

Black columns of billowing smoke rises above what was once a city. Now, it bears little semblance to the once vibrant towers of prosperity. Beneath the scorched skies, lie bits of debris; debris comprising of steel, cement and human flesh. Home’s a wasteland, a basin of death and decay. The aftermath seems serenely silent, seemingly innocent to the blinded. Slowly, a hand, an arm then a head gingerly pushes through the rubble. Dazed and dying, battered bodies begin to emerge from where they had fallen. A bone-chilling scream splits the heavy air like a knife. A mother holds her child to her bloody bosom, her charred head bowed in grief, and later both bodies bowed in death.

Do you see death? Do you see forgiveness? Do you even care…?