I was late today.. just all of 10 mins. But late nontheless. And all because I went straight back to bed after washing up.. The nerve of me. haha. Fortunately the boss was extremely forgiving.

A while back, I was pondering over this question. Do you love first or do you trust first?

Meaning, do you fall head over heels in love first, and then start to learn to trust that someone with your everything or do you first realise that yes, you can trust this person and then you start falling in love.

I think the fall in love-head-over-heels first then slowly learning to trust belongs to the romantics...the kind who want to be swept off their feet. You know, the kind that happens in the romance novels. Where the gal is kidnapped by this tall dark handsome brooding outlaw who is actually like the prince of the neighboring country and after being his captive, she realises he's not as tough as he looks, and starts to fall in love with him, that kind of story.

But then again if you think of it, maybe she sees some good qualities in him first, like maybe integrity, strength of character and then she falls in love with him. Right? Sooo maybe, she actually trusts him subconsciously, and then she loves him.

Seriously, I think its this subconscious thing that reali always complicate matters. When its subconscious you do not realise it and then you start doing things and you ll be wondering "now why on earth did i do that?!" coz its subconscious darlin.

Yea, sorry to digress. So back to the question. Love first or trust first?

I think, maybe it both happens at the same time. Someone told me, Love is a deeper kind of trust. And therefore as we trust, we love and as we love, we trust. No matter which comes first, its for sure that love would not last without trust.

So what's love without trust called then? Is it love? Or then maybe in most cases its lust? Coz love without trust seems stripped of emotional links and support. Now that's another story altogether and I can go on and on about this...

Tell me what you think.

And yea, the weekend's coming. But first, Im looking forward to tonight. So I m going to be extremely good and do everything in the fastest and bestest efficient way so that no OT tonight! " )

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It's a Tuesday!

It feels like Thursday man..... Time flies... flies flies.... Once again its close to the end of the month. There's like so many things to do everyday but I just cant seem to finish the long long list!

Life these days is quite routine but sometimes added with a sense of uncertainity. I duno why but with all the hustle and bustle around, sometimes i feel like i ve lost my sense of focus of who i want to be and what i want to do. Everything and everyone demands your attention and there's onli so many hours in a day.

Shit... I think I need to hibernate and do the zen thing for a month to clear the mind.

It's too packed and cramped now to think about anything clearly!

BUt then again..who knows whats the plan?

So the best plan is to enjoy whatever plans now and try my best to function in this circumstances... am i making sense?

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Always there's this nagging thought at the back of my head.

Terribly upset.

Make it go away.

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Gosh. It's Thursday already!

Im still caught in the GSS frenzy realli. Determined to get good buys this season, I must say, which up till now.. I dun feel very satisfied about.

Current loot includes 1 flaming red bag, 1 humongous bag, lots of lingerie, an epilator, a blazer for work, a few work clothes..... is that alot???

BUT i need more!!!! *whines*

What i really really need ppl, is loads of dresses... dresses galore.... I ve gt this thing for them.. BUT where are they all!! Cant seem to find any! Maybe I should give Forever 21 a shot. In fact.. ya i should!! and i need shoes... heels.... whatever... AND a digicam..

See.. that's like so many more things and the sale is ending in a month! Im getting a little panicky.

But then again.. it's terrible how shops just put out those old stuff during the sale and all the pretty pretty stuff u wan are still at original prices. WHICH in my humble opinion is still exhorbitantly priced.

That's the thing with shopping for things you WANT, you see. It's like I know what I wan to get, but halfway I get swamped and distracted with al the rest and in the end, not onli did I NOT get what I really wanted to get, I go away with other "ling long" purchases. ahhh.. gosh.. the perils of shopping..

Alright. There's so many things I want to buy.. Maybe by the time I've bought all I really want to buy, I would have thought up of new things I wan to buy. And Im constantly packing that room of mine. Must be all that shopping.

So if I stop shopping, does that mean I can stop that perpetual packing of the room?

*ponders*

*ponders*

*ponders*

OK, thats bullshit. Coz i ll be unhappy without my shopping and even if I have a very neat room, I ll STILl be unhappy. No point.

haah Alright, the relentless pursuit of great bargains shall not cease... at least for this period la. " )

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The weekend was kind. " )

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Everyone needs a little space. Sometimes I feel like im intruding. So I ll just stand aside and give you some space.

It's good to find that rythmn. That momentum that everyone's talking about. You know, THAT momentum.

It's very conflicting. What happens if you have to go away? Emphasis on Have. It's not onli my choice. You can always choose not to go.

But of course, that's selfish. So if you have to go, go.

You just made a choice.

I ll wish you all the best and hope that u ll be happy.

But I think a part of my heart will have died in the process. Ya.. its that melancholic for me.

haha.. I think im a serial blogger. Either that or I feel damn chatty today.. I wonder why....

Was sitting at the bus-stop with my MP3 player plugged in when a thought just flew into my head...

Periods of Solitude and Sorrow turn boys into
men

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A lot of damn conflicting thoughts man.... weird ramblings.. whimsical requests.. ahh so my style, they say. Some days I feel angsty, some days I dont. But most of all, I love it when I feel serene... like "who-cares-what-you-think-abt-me" I do what I like, whatever that makes me happy.... hahaha

Ramblings I say..... and here I go again

I was on the train to CCk last week when I saw an old lady with 2 watches on her wrist. She was sitting in front of me. I couldnt help but look. She had loose wrinkled skin and the toes on her feet were all badly bent and garled. My eyes travelled upwards.... her face.... she had white hair tinged with strands of grey all combed backwards and held together with a simple black hairband and her eyes were of those who had seen. Her expression was serene...not angry, not impatient, not sad... just serene. Like she understood the world. Ya, thats it. Like she understands the world.

I could not tear my eyes off her. I wondered. Why is she wearing 2 watches? Under my fertile imagination, it must be because her child is overseas and in order to keep track of the time zone of the country which her child is in, she is wearing 2 watches. One for the SIngapore time and the other for the overseas time.... " )

I scanned the line of faces in the cabin of the MRT. There was a very tanned, middle age man sitting at the corner.. he has a very weathered look about him and looked like the farmer-sort, if you know what I mean. He must have a story of his own too I thought. I looked at the aunties sitting in front of me.. They have stories too.. stories of love, betrayal, passion, heartbreaks. All of them has stories to tell.

On the surface, everyone seems happy. Everyone seems to be preoccupied with their work and everything else that is happening. But deep down, everyone has stories to tell. Yes, even you and me. Stories of sadness and stories of tears and laughter. These stories, we keep in us.

This brings to mind the time when we had the table talk in Vientinne Kitchen in Thailand if you guys still remember. Those were stories, my friends. True stories of real people that affected us all. Stories in you and me. Stories that made us laugh and cry. And Im touched we found each other worthwhile to share stories like that.

Yes, everyone has a story.

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