When out-of-the-usual things happen, I kinda function on a spilt mode.
Brain would say, "Go about your normal life. Worrying gets you nowhere. Decide when and what course of action you wanna take, and just get it done. Step by step."
Heart says, "Don't just sit there and do nothing. You're so gonna regret it when you are doing nothing when you could have done something. And nothing else matters anymore. Just do what you can until you know things are okie."
When the brain-heart tug-of-war rages on, things become a little fuzzy, a little surreal, a little dream-like. It's as if nothing is really happening, but things can be seriously "happening". Sometimes, no news is not bad news, and all you need is to get a little hint that things are okie. And all you want, is just to have the person safe and right here with you.
Here's five cents worth of simple plainwords. The little things that didnt make it to speech, the little fleeting moments of sensitiveness to my subconscious self, the little struggles in between the lines and all the bits and pieces I want to remember.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Friday, July 27, 2007
Relaxing
I figured that relaxing is not doing nothing. It's doing something else that you enjoy doing.
My brain was so fired up and boggled and clogged with work stuff somehow... that today didn't even feel like the eve of a weekend. How can this be man. So... my brain tried to craft a little escape route for this choking suffocation by day dreaming about Gelare ice-cream. Blueberry yoghurt, strawberry cheesecake... mango, chocolate... yummmmmm. I love Gelare ice-cream.
And I started dreaming about the days when my 5-head market gang will get together for our long-discussed trip in search for the nice fishball noodles, nice vegetarian mee fen, ji cheong fun and awwww gui ( yam cake la). And of coz, there'll be our regular shopping trips to Good luck provision store to stock up the work place with tidbits and munchies to aid de-stressing.
And... there'll be the plans to go exercise, play badminton, swim and go blading. (Eh 5-head market gang! Are you reading this? hahaha)
And being the same old closet guitar player (who really can't figure out how anyone can ever listen to a song and juz play offhand like that), I still like my guitar tho' I make no progress whatsoever. Despite that, attempting to listen to the same old songs over n over again in hope of finding guitar-strumming-enlightenment kinda de-stresses me. haha. Maybe I'd find enlightenment one day. Maybe.
And baking is still fun. As long as someone eats whatever I bake. hahaha. I know Ls will do that. Righttttt???
Seeya all around. Relaxxxxx...
My brain was so fired up and boggled and clogged with work stuff somehow... that today didn't even feel like the eve of a weekend. How can this be man. So... my brain tried to craft a little escape route for this choking suffocation by day dreaming about Gelare ice-cream. Blueberry yoghurt, strawberry cheesecake... mango, chocolate... yummmmmm. I love Gelare ice-cream.
And I started dreaming about the days when my 5-head market gang will get together for our long-discussed trip in search for the nice fishball noodles, nice vegetarian mee fen, ji cheong fun and awwww gui ( yam cake la). And of coz, there'll be our regular shopping trips to Good luck provision store to stock up the work place with tidbits and munchies to aid de-stressing.
And... there'll be the plans to go exercise, play badminton, swim and go blading. (Eh 5-head market gang! Are you reading this? hahaha)
And being the same old closet guitar player (who really can't figure out how anyone can ever listen to a song and juz play offhand like that), I still like my guitar tho' I make no progress whatsoever. Despite that, attempting to listen to the same old songs over n over again in hope of finding guitar-strumming-enlightenment kinda de-stresses me. haha. Maybe I'd find enlightenment one day. Maybe.
And baking is still fun. As long as someone eats whatever I bake. hahaha. I know Ls will do that. Righttttt???
Seeya all around. Relaxxxxx...
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