Cheese & _______

You know, I'd almost drank Bleach the other day, thinking that I was holding a bottle of yoghurt drink.  My eyes was definitely not focusing on my fingers. I guess I was looking somewhere .......yes, at the ceiling and there's nothing interesting on the ceiling. Is this some sort of attention disorder or maybe this is one of the INFP thing - heavy daydreamers? You know, I'd find myself having more and more troubles writing long post or even doing something which requires great focus and long hours. Is this "instant noodle" world making me the way I am right now? It's easier to click a like and share a post on Twitter, FB or Tumblr then to write lengthy stuff on blogspot. That is why Instagram is so popular. A picture worth a thousand words, eh? I hope that this world won't turn me into " yet another annoying millennial posting pictures of food " type of citizens. I want to do more. I want to write meanings. I want to create...

I have an allergic over the word busy. Whenever someone tells me they are busy, I have an urge to slap their faces, to wake them up from their imagination – oh, especially the ones who claims to be busy while their tweets and Facebook updates were regular – oh, oh those friends who tell everyone they are busy and then secretly make choices on who they want to hang out with (selective-busy you may call it) My new definition of busy is “when you are so freaking busy you ain’t got time to pee or shit or eat or bathe because there are just so freaking many things to do!” Believe me. When I say I’m busy, that really happened. I don’t bathe. I don’t eat. I don’t go for toilet breaks. Those can wait. But, Today, I want to re-define it. As I was thinking about being busy, a few thoughts pop into my head. Here’s the new meaning: If you are too busy to hang out with God, you’re too busy. So, are you busy today?

July launched with the theme word 'Hectic' and it doesn't seem to get any better. I realized that I am not a creature of patience in spite of the fact that God gives me a very approachable face. Only God knows, inside, my temper runs like a time bomb, while at times it's like a cheap clock. Generally, people are as annoying as a Windows OS Blue Screen of Death. This hectic season got me working like a human - yes, like a human, not like a robot. I am a human, yes, I am emotional. I think people who loves to deny their emotional side are just plain crazy. It's like God made them human and they want to be animals or something. And, this emotional side, needs me to art - to express - non-direct - in a creative manner. I want to express what I feel and think about certain issues about human interaction and behavior. There is no surprise that I am not a good talker. So I write. But I am not a good writer either when I don't have time to wri...