Revived.

Amazing how I have been kept busy over the past 2 months. I honestly couldn’t remember the last time that I was so caught up in work, travel, and among others, personal stuff.

Let’s see. Ok. Random stuff, in no particular order.

I ditched my blackberry bold 9000 for another blackberry bold 9780. Fell in love with the phone only AFTER I started using it. The OS is much faster, and the camera takes more decent quick-snap pics.

Travelled so much that duty-free alcohol no longer has any added incentives. I’m actually glad that I’m back to ground again and finally getting back on track with a familiar routine. Talk about comfort zone. Hmmm.

Sometimes I feel that watching porn is a sick action. But well, how else better to get a quick DIY session? That said, sex’s been great and frequent. For once, it’s the status of literally ”couldn’t ask for more”. Details, I’ll blog about it the moment I can translate those memories into words.

It’s fun to stalk my ex-es. Especially if they are experiencing failed romances. I think they deserve it. Heart Facebook for that. *Evil grin*

It’s interesting to observe social behavior. Sometimes we get so caught up with ourselves or our lives that we fail to see how irritating certain gestures can be. Take a back seat, and read. I feel people should actually listen more attentively to what the speaker has to say, rather than to fight for talking moments… particularly if it’s beyond context.

My emotions ran high over the few weeks. It gets tiring when I am insanely busy with work, and yet have to always maintain the considerate and tactful front to everyone else. Sometimes, I just wish to say how I feel aloud. Without censoring. Without re-phrasing. And even without thinking. Especially to the closest person around me. But I realise, it’s an unrealistic dream. It’s not really a choice, if you get what I mean. Say the politically right things and get a peaceful outcome. Or say what you really mean and then spend the next few hours quarrelling, apologizing and then recognizing in the end that you really can’t say what you feel. The choice then becomes obvious to me. A sad choice actually. Not able to be yourself even when you are desperately finding some time to be. Heavy and random stuff here – not sure if you understand my thoughts, but well, there you go, I said my piece. Times like this, I yearn for that secret penpal that I’ll never meet, and I’ll be able to be who I really am. Or so I thought, for now.

Oh, I also realise that it really doesn’t matter if people have the wrong impression of you. No one cares that much to know who you really are (except for your loved ones, of course). Honestly, so what if they do? So, back to my point, as long as the wrong impression isn’t really that negative, it’s all fine, isn’t it?

What else… lighter stuff. Oh. Repacked my wardrobe. For someone who claims to be low maintanence, I realise I do have a lot of clothes. IKEA has really good and cheap clothes organizers. I wonder how long my ‘neat’ wardrobe would last?

I have many dvds to catch up. Bought 13 of them. Tried catching 2, but feel asleep halfway through the movies because I was too tired. I think I’ll do that over lunch/dinner time.

I’m sick of McDonalds. I’m insanely in love with my own cooking.

Have spoken to a few girlfriends and realise for ladies, it’s a harsh choice of career or love when we are in our twenties. Because when you decide to focus solely on career for a few years till you are near or even above 30, you may end up missing out the window period for love. Remember, girls, sadly, have expiry dates for dating. And it doesn’t help that the male colleagues we face at our workplace usually aren’t any good. To top it all, the social circle can’t get any bigger if we are just shuffling between work and home. Geez. Men seems to have the easier way. Bachelor (with a successful career) at 40, compared to a spinster (with an equally successful career) 40? You get the gist. His sperms may still be active, but her eggs may have long past maximum operating capacity.

Haven’t been running much because of *again* work. Hate that.

Blogging has been really slow – no time to blog, even though I wished I could. That’s my emotional outlet, isn’t it? I’m surprised that there are people who still hangs around – thanks for that, but well, since I have so many past posts that are all awesome reads, I suppose there’s no harm in surfing the archives a lil while I take my time to  catch up with blogging, isn’t it? =D

There you go, that’s almost 2 months of emotional diahorrea. How’s that for an update?