listening to: Tu hi re - Bombay
thinking about: *ahem*cough him


Been an hour, JOKES apart, an hour of writing, editing, deleting, re-writing this damn post-to-be. At this point i don't even know if i'll ever come around to hitting that publish button, but i'm writing nonetheless as i seem to have made some remote progress.

(Thanks to you all for the wishes, I love birthdays! Who doesn't like feeling special!)

Over a glass of Ginger Ale, i've finally understood that life really does pass by like the snap of a finger. I picture it to be like an hour glass where each moment is as insignificant as a grain of sand but in the end, amounts to an era, a lifetime. Just yesterday i was trotting off to Mrs Lions' classes, hands full with a pretty pink lunchbox and a petite bag with stationery to match. Gradually, those hands carried an assortment of items: sticker collections, my first (and last) Baby-G, autograph books, Tamagochis (sp?), bright green nailpolish, supposed love letters and a guitar amongst several others. Inevitably, of course, stress and tension made their silent entry, quite conveniently snuggling into these hands too. And the "harsh" reality has dawned upon me, that although they came in uninvited, they have formed that part of me which i could never trade away. As trite as i may sound, i would go through it all over again if i had the chance. Wouldn't you?

In this very moment however, i would really like to stop being in love. Everyone will agree that we all have a lovesick romantic hidden within us somewhere, but it doesn't do any good whatsoever when it becomes the driving force behind everything you do. Interpret that as you wish; all i know is that on the menu today are extremely heavy doses of snap-out-of-it-woman followed by much-needed-equally-proportionate servings of self-esteem.

My inspiration has run dry...
...that's what's going on