Sincerely yours.

It is a dot, and a dot, is a lot more complex than a line.

Why?

See, with a line you always have certain guidance, you might not know where the line starts nor ends, but there is hope. A hope that the line might ends, the line might bent, or the line might actually lead you somewhere.
A line also set a standard, a boundary of what is acceptable and what is not. Do not color outside the line. Don’t move your toe outside the line.

But with dot, dot is precise. You are there. Right on the dot. No lines to guide you. Only more dots scattered around. Dots from the past, future dots and your dot. The dot that is under your feet.

So, Jump! connect the dots and create your pattern of life. It’s time to create more than lines. Let’s create flowers, waves, donuts, everything. Let’s create hope.

Someday, we will sit down and admire these patterns we have made. Only then, life will become completely worthwhile.

~midnight babble, g’night everyone

The problem with me, and probably also you, is that, whenever i started to try as hard as I can, the universe starts to mock at me.

The more I tried, the more it seemed like the universe has a huge conspiracy aiming to make me fail. People seem to have more fun than I do, and for them, life always comes easy.

Stop! Stop before you told me that it’s not true, everybody’s struggling. Of course I know that this nasty assumption of mine is not true, but it doesn’t really lessen the pain.

Whenever I have this feeling, I instantly feels exhausted and had enough of this life. Of all the hard work which comes down to nothing. Of all the expectation I built and has destroyed me.

But I learned that hard work would pay, and low expectation will help you perform better. A lesson learned from what the Dutch called “lumpia” (eggrolls or springrolls :p i never know what the differences are)

And of course, a supporting hand of good friends who will keep the spirit up.

happy weekend, all

Do you know what is so cumbersome and troublesome about being a woman?

shaving.

Oh yes, you heard me good. Shaving is my arch-enemy. Remove hair over here, trim some hair over there, wax the hair on top of your upper-lips, wax the eyebrows until they are level, the eyelashes must curved upwards(okay, that’s a different thing :p), etc etc.

why can’t men accept that women grew hair as well? as a fellow in ape-evolution-theory, surely men would expect that their women is, in-a-matter-of-fact, hairy.

I’d say, let’s bring the old trend back! where the armpit-hair is sexy and every-other hair is sexier. Bushy is the buzz!

Let’s go hippy, gentlemen!

and have a calm-hairy-sleep. xXx