Was Sam ever your Sunshine?

I realised blogging got alit more intense in recent weeks.

Life is rather colourless at the moment, with work occupying a huge chunk of it. I am fatigued, restless and dying for a break in this monotonous routine. And I am proud I still have so much shits to churn out, guess my mental processor juz dunno when to stop!

I have been pondering about the effect(s) of my existence after reading one of Jason Mraz's posts. It dwelled on me that I have been more concerned and conscious of my surroundings and people having an influence on me, rather then the other way round. And I TOT I was empathetic all this while. I am juz another self-centered dude, blinded by my narrow mindness in deliberation and oblivious that some people are appreciating/disliking me, for being me.

Juz like having dinners or spending time with mum, webcaming with S, msning with R on my way to work, chatting with peeps online, smoking with P, hanging out with buds, doing a favour for anyone...my every action, every smile, every word....could have meant something to them. I might make their days, spoilt their moods but I am not insubstantial to their moments. I was there, I came and I affected them. Even if I can't relate much but I am sure I did make a difference somehow, for better or worse.

Esp those I unknowingly touched or brighten their days and became part of their moments. I apologise for lacking your sentiments towards our exchanges, or even being alit causal or indifferent at times...for I can never imagine a dork like me, can be your sunshine sometimes.