Woke up to a phone call yesterday coming from Li Ming asking me if breakfast together was still on. It was almost 9am and at the speed of light i rushed hoping that I’d be able to catch him before he flies off to Melbourne on Saturday. Mornings are far too relaxing,although I pretty much woke up from a nightmare. Nightmares,oh nightmares please stay far far away!

Speaking of nightmares,I used to be really afraid of snails since I was a really young; and it still surprises people why would I be afraid of one of the world’s most harmless or rather slowest creature on earth. It all started off from my gruesome experience as a kid where I fell right onto a couple of garden snails,and smashed it! Having the Keeper is forcing some escargots down my throat isn’t gonna take the fear away,not anytime soon.  Lets just drop that boring part about me fearing snails,shall we?

You know some people spend a lifetime or rather years trying to live up to a certain status, or achieve some form of an identity in being someone at some place at some point at some time? One of the most common things that people of my age,like myself of course; is to succumb to some form of a peer pressure where there’s always an ideal place,time and position you’re supposed to be in at some point. Does that ever occur to you?

We’re in a materialistic world,like an exaggerated Barbie world wtf and you know that its a lie if we’ve never encountered situation like such before.I’m awfully thankful and blessed with all the goodness & being brought up in a family where I have nothing to complain about financially; its a shame to see how a dumb Gucci bag can make girls go gagaga or huhuhaha and feel so insanely proud of it. Oh come on,its only a couple of thousand bucks.

Go through blogs,its a norm already. So my question to you would be;
Are you wearing them accessories, or have you subconsciously transformed into an accessory yourself? Walk along any street, and observe people whether are they wearing the bags or are the bags wearing them? My point is,money might be a source to temporary happiness; something diminishable.

But money can never buy happiness.
Mark my word on that,even if it could;
its temporary.

The Keeper and his gingerbreadman.

Yours truly and my gingerbreadwoman.

I’ve been doing a lot of cardio at home,and parents are so so damn surprised! Something is happening to me,I am feeling very inspired and driven for some reason wtf. I’ve been staying home for the past couple of days,and its a good feeling to just go hang out after work doing very usual stuffs.
Much love,cheerios.
Have a great weekend.

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Posted on Friday, July 24th, 2009 in Blogosphere, Cheerio thinks a lot, Love & Romance, Past, Personal Writing Masterpieces. Subscribe to this comment feed. Leave a response, or trackback from your own site.