Felt like it has been quite a while since I blogged when in actual, I didn't blog for only a day. Crazy.

There were a lot of thoughts sifting in and out of my mind but I dunno what exactly I was thinking about though. Probably because they were just meaningless thoughts or thoughts I rather not share like how I'm totally into Jae Hee (and how I was seriously drafting a plan of finding a boyfriend who's just like him NO MATTER WHAT - a hah... crazy, I know)

and my renewed obsession with the guys from Miami Ink and their artwork. I even had them on my wallpaper for awhile.


Told ya those thoughts were meaningless. They're just for my own viewing and thinking pleasure.

It's too tiring to not be doing anything. I hate passing time not doing anything. Unless, I'm at the beach like so...

When can I have the entire beach all to myself?

That picture above is what's on my wallpaper now. It gives me inspiration, ya know?

Got a phonecall from Simon this morning and it totally made my day. Well, half a day really cos the other half, I was dying waiting for the clock to strike 5.15 pm. Anyway, I was totally psyched cos it has been 6 blardy years since we talked on the phone. And yes, we got a lot of catching up to do.

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Through friends and colleagues, I realise how vulnerable and intangible we can let ourselves be sometimes. It's one thing to want to have a companion but it's another thing altogether when we're too obsessed with the idea till we lose ourselves in the process. And for the wrong reasons, no less!

It's dangerously sick.

Now, how do you define a 'companion'?

Someone who's at least 1.8m tall? Someone who looks like Jae Hee or Johnny Depp? Someone who won't gain weight and stay stick thin forever just so you won't be disgusted in bed? Someone who is just... there? Someone who has no life and just sweats in her seat facing the computer everyday?

Trust me, all the statements above are based on true accounts (the Jae Hee/Johnny Depp one is me lah obviously... *ahem*). Some of which I was shocked to hear that I almost wanna slap the bugger for actually spewing that great amount of rubbish.

You can come and talk to me like that if you look, at the very least, a lil like Hugh Jackman and I may not even hate you that much, considering the fact that you are hubbalicious. But even Hugh Jackman is not close to being an arse like you.

So, ultimately, it's what you want in the end. As Frederick Speakman puts it nicely, "Decisions determine destiny."

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