If you see it my way..

There's good days, and there's bad days. There are many days when I wish it was how it was back then and there are some days when I remember to appreciate all the big and small things in my life. I've realised that as slow as it may seem that I move, I think I live a fast paced life. In such a way that my phases of life seem to move pretty quickly. I moved from childhood to adolescence quite swiftly, sailed subtlely into my rebellious late teenage years and ever-so-quickly into a passive-agressive placid lifestyle. I can hate everything and love everything the same way. I can want it all and not at all, simultaneously. I can complain until worlds' end and I can judge others for complaining. I feel like I can do whatever I please because inhibitions are for losers. Restraint is too hard for this life. But then I breathe...

And it's not so hard. Trying moves me further to him. Helping myself can help others. Exercise is good for me. Consistency is difficult, but I can try. And heck, if I can't run, I'll just walk. Just keep on moving :)

L

Transit

Yeah.. no I didn't take the photo. Credits Google

Transit, is only okay when it's less than 2 hours. It doesn't matter if it's Changi, or HK airport, >2 hours is too many.

So here I am, sitting nearby a window, sipping my Starbucks latte and acting like a regular traveller. Which, I am obviously not. Despite the fatigue from a midnight flight, I feel like a kid on the inside excited about travelators and duty free browsing. FYI, I'm not using the travelator so I can really get my WALK on! Hopefully in two weeks I can lose a few kilos which I didn't know I had =(

I might check in a bit later.. you can only blog so much. I've still got 5 hours to go.. le sigh.

L in HK =P

How do you love her the way she is? How do you love someone who is such a bitch with such disregard?

Like the wind

Like the wind, my everything changes. But one thing stays the same. You're always there.

When nothing else matters, it's just you and me.

Get well soon. - L.

Nothing to say or feel at 9.34am on this Saturday morning.

Ruined

I just absolutely want to cry right now. All the effort to make it go smoothly and all of that, ruined with one line. One line. The horror just washed over me and I felt how wrong everything suddenly became at that point in time. The colour from my face drained until I was transparent to the naked eye. The feelings were numbed by the realisation of the cold air absorbing into the particles of my skin.

Time at that point just slowed down and went by like a dripping tap. Tick, tick, tick. Five minutes. Ten past eleven. Tick, tick. Drip, drip.

Anything to get out of here right now.

Ruined night.

Curse me, with this wretched mouth of mine.

You're hot then your cold...

Hmm. Just being the idiot, which I am. This is a shot taken in Esperance on a cold winter's day. Ed actually wanted to go swimming or even just to muck about in the water, but I sure popped that bubble. I was wayy to cold to even contemplate swimming. I settle for standing in knee deep water though. Wasn't all THAT exciting.

I think about blogging almost every day. But I can't gather up the time/courage/words to open a new tab and type in 'Blogger'. I think blogging links me to a time in my life which I miss dearly and didn't have a chance to have enough of. And now that things have shifted the way that they have, words and ideologies have also changed, along with the latter. Blogging isn't documenting everyday happenings. For me, it was something else. It was a snapshot of my coming of age. And although I don't feel older/more mature/wiser, my blog is just becoming something it's not.

And in view of this, I have pondered many a times to stop blogging. Well, actually that's not such a revelation since I blog so rarely anyway.

But oh! Life is so pointless anyway, so I might as well keep up with my pointless blogs when I can gather up the time/courage/words to click on Blogger, dashboard and

'publish new post',

When there's nothing else to look at

I noticed that I tend to use the rear-view mirror a lot more while I'm driving lately. No, not because I'm a pervert... 0__o but I'm just looking at everything behind me. It's quite dangerous really because then you're eyes aren't on the road or on the car in front whom you're about to rear-end.

But that's just it. Why am I always looking back when what's important is straight ahead?

When You Look Me In The Eyes - Jonas Brothers (Jayesslee/Andrew Garcia cover)

The collab is awesome. The ending...well, let's just say I'm so over KevJumba.

Cloudy, grey skies

What a day. =(

I woke up from the funkiest dream, which included a supermarket, a garage, old uni friends and a crappy hair salon. The old uni friends struck a nerve because they were people I thought would be my friends for a long time coming. How-wrong-I-was.

Things became really slow after lunch and I couldn't concentrate. I was distracted by stomach cramps, rain and grey skies. Then I was badly in need of a hot chocolate but I had no money on me - only a shitload of five and ten cent coins. Which did NOT even add up to buy me a hot chocolate.

The greyness of the sky reminded me of those days when I was young and home from school because of the flu. I remember watching cartoons and staring outside the window for a very long time while the ad breaks were on. Sometimes, I'd be watching cartoons which my brother and I had recorded onto the old video tapes and I always loved watching Winnie the Pooh, especially when it was grey and dreary.

I think your body deteriorates faster when you have a 9-5 office job. Everyday I have a sore shoulders from all the typing and then I come home and plonk myself infront of the computer again and stare some more.

It's 7.45pm and that should be enough time to do some ironing -___- and organise all those documents for Mr. Accountant.

Round two.. I'm back

Hello, hi, yes. I'm back. Back with my head held high. I'm back, a little older and a little wiser. . . Who am I kidding, Tumblr sucks. Or more so because I couldn't design my page the way I wanted to. Ironically, I'm browsing through pages and pages of templates that other people have designed for people like me to 'borrow'. So here I am, crawling back to Blogger and using Blogger templates. What ever. I just want to blog the way I used to.

It seems though, that nothing is ever as it used to be. So who am I kidding?