Oh all right... I'm gonna try my hand at this blogging thing for one more time. If I remember correctly, this would be my third attempt in starting a blog. Only time will tell for how long this will last. I don't know why I'm never successful with this blogging business. I get too frantic sometimes with all the hustle and bustle of everyday life, or it could very well be my laziness. But more often than not, I find myself with heaps of thoughts and ideas and anxieties and all sorts of thingamajigs than race across my mind. So I figured, might as well blog them down (in my 3rd attempt) to sort everything out.
Just today, I had so many ideas popping to mind and so many things that I thought I want to do.
MJ had this "great" idea of us getting matching tongue-piercings. What gave him this ingenious idea? Beats me. But he's been bringing this topic up several times already. Some days, I feel like it might be a great idea. I mean, there's no true harm at stake. I've always favored piercings rather than tattoos. When you feel like you don't like it anymore (in true female fashion - being fickle minded) you can just take the piercing off and move on. Unlike an ink stain when you have undergo horendous sessions of laser to remove that darn tatoo. Do I sound convinced? Not really. I'm a bit worried that having my tongue pierced might bring about excruciating pain. I wouldn't be able to talk or eat (that might be a good thing,hehe). What if it get's infected? Ewww.... I'll save you the graphic scenes I have of an infected tongue pierce. So that topic is still undecided.
Moving on... As I was on the train to the city, I was listening to Rihanna's Unfaithful on my iPod. I just noticed how great the piano sounds. I felt like jumping that minute and find a music school so I could learn piano all again. I can hear my mom's sigh now. All those years she put me to piano classes and all the convincing she had to do just to make me show up for those classes. Somehow, I convinced myself and my mom that I just have way to short fingers to play the piano gracefully. But why this nagging feeling for piano lessons now? When it's waaayyyy out of budget to find a reputable piano school in Sydney.
Just today, I had so many ideas popping to mind and so many things that I thought I want to do.
MJ had this "great" idea of us getting matching tongue-piercings. What gave him this ingenious idea? Beats me. But he's been bringing this topic up several times already. Some days, I feel like it might be a great idea. I mean, there's no true harm at stake. I've always favored piercings rather than tattoos. When you feel like you don't like it anymore (in true female fashion - being fickle minded) you can just take the piercing off and move on. Unlike an ink stain when you have undergo horendous sessions of laser to remove that darn tatoo. Do I sound convinced? Not really. I'm a bit worried that having my tongue pierced might bring about excruciating pain. I wouldn't be able to talk or eat (that might be a good thing,hehe). What if it get's infected? Ewww.... I'll save you the graphic scenes I have of an infected tongue pierce. So that topic is still undecided.
Moving on... As I was on the train to the city, I was listening to Rihanna's Unfaithful on my iPod. I just noticed how great the piano sounds. I felt like jumping that minute and find a music school so I could learn piano all again. I can hear my mom's sigh now. All those years she put me to piano classes and all the convincing she had to do just to make me show up for those classes. Somehow, I convinced myself and my mom that I just have way to short fingers to play the piano gracefully. But why this nagging feeling for piano lessons now? When it's waaayyyy out of budget to find a reputable piano school in Sydney.
But sometimes, it's just best to let it all be, and letting things unfold at its own pace. As I have always said, "Things happen for a reason". It's the perfect excuse too. So I found myself, sitting at a quaint al fresco cafe by Sydney Harbour. Feeling content. Imbibing all the goodness around and thinking to myself -- I really couldn't complain about where I am now. I might still have dreams to follow, aspirations to fulfill, unrealistic wants (such as the latest LV patch bag), but sometimes, so much can be too much. All it takes for one to be happy is to BE happy with whatever one has. This is the big secret.
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