.: Anatomy of the heart :.
* 18 SX: I was being accused a pervert by my 7 yr old pet sis for doodling this*
Like a meteorologist, my reactions toward the heat wave going on at the office for the past few weeks have led me to endless ramblings on “weather broadcast” of the day to my other half; the usual victim.
The soaring temperature even cause a vicious effect of sore to one’s ear, when he finally muttered, “Stop Global Whining!”.
Regardless the uneasiness portrayed, my other half has been incredibly long suffering- anyone else would have had me committed to an asylum long ago. Thanks for keeping me around, love.
Despite my recklessness in coping up with my ultimate objective of having a balance life, I can’t believe how lucky I was to discover new things in life for the past few weeks. i.e; how to begin to chop a whole “Ayam Kampung” and pull out it’s feathers for a spoil brat like me and idiot’s guide to cooking and baking (especially at my in laws-to-be’s house), how to fly a kite (and knock off others),how to hit the G-spot when you watch live football match, how to keep up with “KIASUs”– by becoming one too, adulthood reality check—procrastinating taxing income tax matters, and not to forget the inspiring and empowering discovery of ‘Law of Attraction’ ( The power of believing the unbelievable; credits to Nora).
Good Karma. Bad Karma.
Black– being my favourite colour; with abundance of black apparels; I was mourning since the death of my beloved Cat–Dodi, 2 weeks ago; due to AIDS? (I’m sorry for not being there. Always not there for you. I’m sorry). May your soul R.I.P in Kitty-Heaven.
I also hate the fact that I’ve let my weaknesses fooled me by not having enough guts to stood up for what I think is right and change the things which are wrong. Very wrong. (Screw the show-offs! So much for visibility~ *shesh*) Frustrating as it is, hypocrites will always be there, amongst us. Simon will always be racist, no matter how hard Anoop has tried. People will finally learn their lesson, usually a lil’ bit too late though– after Susan Boyle was being prejudiced and laughed at cynically.
Who said life is fair?Why is there anxiety about a past we cannot change?The top of my mind has no answer for this. I guess, movement is the key. You just gotta keep on walking…
This is where I come across my long lost friend– this imaginary friend; did not come until I started reading again. These series of story books which I’m engrossed in; those arrangements of lines and shapes of letters and words on a series of pages–makes a world we can dwell and travel in. Of course, we don’t create a fantasy world to escape reality, we create it to be able to stay.The happy ending is hardly important, though we may be glad it’s there. The real joy is knowing that, you actually felt the trouble in the story and you are able to live through it.
This; makes me laugh a little and also cry a little.
Moving on, I’ll never stop reading. I’ll never stop writing. I am also very grateful to the bands and songstress on my playlist who have helped me through the writer’s block, the difficult moments and towards my new enriching discoveries.
I’ll never stop praying…
I’ll never stop hoping…
I’ll never stop dreaming…
I’ll never stop believing…
I’ll never ever stop…
WEATHER BROADCAST OF THE DAY: Sunshine during the day.The Lunar smiling back at you at night.Only happens in la-la-land on Sundays.
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