What if...

...the only right person for me was just too afraid to make a move?


Black Smoke and Time Travel

Everytime an episode of Lost finishes I find myself staring at my confused/stunned face in the black reflection on my laptop screen.

I love it.

I wanted to, but...

"Hello." The hardest word? No, that's not right is it?


For all those who have exams...I wish you the best of luck.


Let Me Hold You

I had a dream to match this lovely song...

I know what it means...do you?


I am at work, phasing out, blanking out in the middle of things or just finding myself with nothing to do. Maybe I'm tired...sleepy...suffering from after-rush + quick U-turn into depressing mode thing...

Decode people...decode! Try to keep up.

*I'm sure you understand how wierd I'm feeling right now. Sorry.

Wait. Should I even be apologizing? Hmm...


Confused Shopping

I went to the supermarket by myself the other day, and as I was heading to the cash registers I was beckoned, quite enthusiastically, by the worker that puts the bought items in the bags to the cash register he was stood at. And I was like, "Okay. Fine. I'll pick your lane today." Now, I had gone shopping for only a few items and so I was carrying my stuff in a basket rather than pushing them along in a trolley, and I happened to also be carrying a 4kg box of detergent (because it didn't fit in the basket) and so this same guy comes up to me and carries the box for me and proceeds to empty my basket on to the conveyor belt.


I don't know if you noticed, but I refered to this guy simply as "the worker." And I did that intentionally because, frankly, I'm quite confused as to what his job really is. Does his job description include: push trolley, retrieve forgotten items from shelves, bag items, carry things for customers, empty items into customer's car, mop the floor, bring change from neighbouring cash register...? I doubt it. But they seem to be taking over that way. I mean next thing you know, they might flip out their wallets and pay for the stuff too.

It's ridiculous. Who do I blame for this confusing and bizarre phenomenon? Us, ofcourse...we...the people, who have become so dependant, so willing to have others do things for us, in return for some petty cash. And these poor guys need it so they do what they can...anything and everything.

Well, listen here mister...I can carry my own stuff, push my own trolley and I can damn well choose which cash register I'm going to pay at!

Sigh ... enough venting? Yes. I think so.


Human Nature

I went to see This Is It at the IMAX theatre in 360 last night. Glad I did. Mainly because I got to sit back and groove to all his great songs.

Singing along and snapping my fingers to the beat...I genuinely had a good time and I now have MJ's song list on constant playback in my head.

He exuded professionalism, an immense attention to detail, and just pure love for what he was doing...he was passionate about making people happy with great music right to the end...

WEEKEND!!! Woohoo!

I miss my sister. She studies in Canada and is persumably emmersed in examinations right now...so I haven't talked to her in ages. Missing you girl.

I want to buy flowers...roses...

And the weather is amazing...fine drizzles in the early morning hours...with the great roar of thunder every now and then...mainly the overcast colour grey. Oh and the wind...ahhh the wind.


Moody P

This week was the absolute opposite of its predecessor. I feel like I have nothing to do at work, constantly find myself looking at the time.

My work at home has been far more productive (don't get excited - it was small in size but more productive than work at work!) The Unfolding of Language is very interesting...and so easy to read. I always put off non-fiction because I feel like the seriousness is such a bummer and thus inappropriate for a light, after-hard-working-day (yeah right!) kinda read. But this book has proven me wrong. It's insightful, very interesting and informative but remains down to earth and cleverly humourous.

Going to see This Is It on IMAX today. Not so excited to be honest. But I promised my sister I would go, so...
Also, the 34th annual book fair was launched this morning...I'm sure it won't be any different from the ones before, but I might go in search for some good reads.

33 hours and 17 minutes to the weekend. COME ON!

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