lomolove; through the eyes of a fish

societal conformity

it's quite clear how i often bring perfectionism into every aspect of my life, and that is probably the one main reason why i am always plagued by unhappiness. let's not even get started on the little wart in me. he's worry, by the way.

i always see myself as having to be conform to societal requirements and standards. everybody deviates every now and then. but to what extent can it go before it starts gnawing into you? that's the crux of the matter. it could be due to upbringing. it could be due to society. i can't say for sure.

i am tired of viewing mental slide shows with different images filling the screen every other minute. if only people were as simple as a single non-animated picture; hopefully one that is as pure as a golden meadow. straightforward and also easily understood.

i need someone in my life to convince me that things can only be as bad as what the mind perceives it to be. i know i have an enormous tendency to look too deep into issues and be over analytical at times. but that's just me and i'm trying hard to curb this life consuming habit before i fall into the dark abyss.

can we ever return to being simple? i really wonder.

hairy issues

i think i need some crisis management.

the light i'm hoping for

sometimes i really do not understand myself. why do i bother or be bothered by what is seemingly unimportant to others? i am constantly telling myself not to think too much into things and life will seem easier; time will pass faster and everything will fall into place when we're nearing the end of the tunnel.

life is a forward journey and only time will tell what lies ahead.

looooooser

alvin is such a loser.

yippy yay

i'm addicted to silly shows like the devil wears prada. i swear the person standing in front of me this morning thought i was a nut crack since i was laughing to myself and stuff. but the show was really hilarious. it's my second time watching it and i'm already thinking of the possible third while at it.

random! a pigs' orgasm lasts 30 minutes and only humans and dolphins have sex for pleasure. now that leaves me to ponder; why do pigs get 30?

it's hk this coming friday (again)! so near i can almost smell the dim sum. the food, the shopping, the cool weather and the christmas atmosphere... wheee. i've been hearing two hypes about the egg rolls there so i guess it's a must to bring em' back and share the love. vicky, wouldn't that be better than plain air? :)

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sometimes i wonder what's important. but thanks for making it known. i think i know now. as the honorary title would sing; maybe it's time to hold onto one side, one decision. let go of the hand that holds me high above that great divide. and beauty is the ease required for you to understand. that single frame of animation.

i'm no atheist but i strongly believe that somehow, somewhere, there's someone greater scriptwriting how our lives ought to be enacted.

dear puppeteer, i would love mine to be a great one.

yours sincerely,
puppet no. 1133