pretty painted nails.

met the netballers tonight at clarke quay, where we talked and laughed.
we also finally settled for sure, how far each of us had went.

i feel weird, recalling this earlier evening where i divulged events that i have since come to regard as having happened in a past life. not past life as in the reincarnation sense (seeing how i believe myself very much in this same life and have been for the past 22 years), but past life in that a life i've turned my back on, and walked purposefully away.

so maybe i went to so many bases. and maybe i still did even recently. but if i've given up the batting life, does that mean my past sins still count? (not, that they were considered as such by the others.)
i don't think they do, seeing how the promise of a turning away, is a slate counted clean. and i know and can feel the change. my lifesong now sings it higher, better, brighter.

maybe what i'm feeling is discomfort. spilling details, even basic information, felt horridly distasteful. i kind of felt like i was gossiping over someone else. it really didn't feel nice.

well anyway i'm really tired. if i can recall any other points i'll come back and edit this.

//edited.
oh i remember now. i wanted to wonder aloud, if i should drop away and move off. but i don't think i should.