Never Think.

And you wonder. Do you ever think before you do something totally out of the blue? Does it ever cross your mind that the consequence of the act(s) might be fatal? Ironically, we do think sometimes, and more than that, we can almost taste that bittersweet aftertaste of what's to come. The anticipation lures us like a drug that we're hooked onto. We know, and thoughts runs through our mind every single time. We want to give the excuse that we never think. But in actual fact, we do. And sometimes, most of the time really, we overthink to the point where we've covered ourselves with a blanket of blank-ness.

We wish that time could just stand still. Even for a moment for us to re-think. Re-process. Re-do.

Dress Me Up.

SOOoooOO Tiredd. Was out the whole day today! Brunch with family (dimsum), walked about in 1u for a couple of hours and later going there again for dinner with lin-dy and amanda!

See, I told you I suck at blogging about my daily life. I shall just stick to my random-ness right right? :) Peace out!

Tell Me.

This is going to be an epic love story. Feeling obligated to blog about my day to day agendas - scratch that. You'd feel much better after fulfilling the obligation but it is not the satisfaction that you've been searching for. It is forced and insincere. Like a fake smile that you know would only make others around you smile but only leaving you with a sinking feeling which you yourself could and will not overcome.

So this is it. An epic love story. One that I have been wanting to tell.

.27 seconds. That is how long it takes for it to appear over and over and over again. 1 centimetre. That is the length. Vertical and straight. It blinks and stares right back at me. Should I or should I not? That is apart of the question, the main question is what? What are the words that should follow the centimetre high of straight, black and thin line, blinking annoyingly in my face?

1.3 minutes.That was how long it took for me to finally decide that the annoying sight of that blinking icon which has the power to answer what was left unanswered, remain blinking. Numbing all the curiosity etched deep within my heart.

This is totally fiction by the way. Although what's a fiction without bits of real life and a whole lot of imagination mixed together right.? Am sure you've all had an acquaintance with mr. black, thin, straight and vertical line, blinking annoyingly in your face while you wondered to yourself, "what should I type?" You probably spilled your whole heart out , did a little tap dance on the keyboard with the tips of your fingers... enjoying every bit of it. But reached for the 'backspace' button erasing every line hoping that somehow your feelings for him would fade away with it too. Well, that bit there... Personal to me to the core. :)

So, there you go. It's not epic love story alright. But it's true. We let our feelings get in the way and sometimes strangely it's ourselves who are in the way of our feelings.

Who Would Have Guessed.

Contentment. To be satisfied with what's in your hands. With your reality and nothing beyond that. Looking through the half filled glass of water. No complains. Not even 'what ifs' floating on the surface of the water. Contentment. We could use some of that every once in a while can't we?

Like, when I'm back. home. PERIOD.

When I have 2000 pieces of jigsaw to piece together. Whee!

When I have a part time job at a florist :D

When all I need sometimes is a little more contentment and a little less complain-ment! lol.