Sex Lies and Smurfs

The episode on Monday was a torture for both of us.
It made me realize how fragile things really are.
You have your issues, I have mine.

What we’ve not taken into consideration is time.
Time heals all wounds. Time makes the big picture clearer.
Don’t let go because of what you think may be better for me.
Being whole and complete after 3 months is ridiculous.
And I’m not expecting that from you.

Don’t say you’re not being fair to me.
Don’t say you’re pulling me down with you.
It really doesn’t matter.
As long as I’m with you.

We take steps forward.
We take steps back.
For uncertainty scares us both.
If you could just think about how things are so special
You’ll understand that it’s a waste letting it all go.

Let time heal your wounds.
I can’t promise you much.
But you know how much I treasure you.
And how I wont give up on you.

Today, I woke up feeling that I’m not quite good enough. And that everything is not quite alright.

Silly things to do on a lazy afternoon.

I used to dislike you for the longest time. You were strange.

I can’t say I like you now. You’re still strange.

But we’re somewhat similar. Perhaps just in 1 way.

I’m sad for you. Because you can’t break free of your circumstances. Because you’re in the company of those who do not embrace change.

I still don’t like you much. As least you write in decent English.

It’s about time you broke free.

Test post from the iPhone!

I think I grew up too fast.
2 years spent trying to be the person I was never meant to be.
An irreversible change that’s tugging at the beliefs I used to have.
I lost my amygdala somewhere in the process. Which isn’t really a bad thing.
Maybe I’m saying this because I appreciate the emptiness and the lack of emotional ability to decipher complex events.
It’s not that I don’t want to process and digest. It just doesn’t happen.
It’s not that I don’t want to try. It just doesn’t happen.
And I forget about it the next day. For that, I’m sorry.
Things are easier when they’re simple. And I’ll very much like to keep it that way.

There are no coincidences. Only the illusion of coincidences.
That you and I collide. And we’re cosmic.
I <3 how you make me float, yet keep me grounded at the same time.
We’re good together.

*Brushes cobwebs off this blog*

Good Christmas evening one and all. It is I, Cherlock @ home. I am not dead. I am on twitter. But, it’s high time for me to start updating this blog regularly.

Not because anyone’s reading, but because I’m getting forgetful. I no longer remember what I did last week, nor 3 days ago. Also because I’ve been keeping too many thoughts (both healthy and unhealthy) locked away in my brain. I believe this cognitive overload is the reason for my drooping right eyelid.

My right eye is half the size of my left. On good days, it is 3/4s the size. I was born this way. My brother has this condition too.

FML.

So I’m writing once again in hope that my right eyelid stays perky.

I’m embarking on a new project come 2010. Post details as soon as I get inspired. Merry Christmas!

There may be plenty of fishes in the sea. But most of them are guppies.

Wondering how many (500) days I’ll have with how many Summers.

I hate being wrong. There were always times when I felt like the world could stop spinning and it wouldn’t matter. Unfortunately, I’ve been wrong more than ever. Even when it felt so right.

So what makes it different this time?

It’s been quite a while, hasn’t it.

Something tells me that change is coming. I believe it’s something good.

We’ll see.

God bless!

Life’s been good. Passed my driving test even with a super mean tester. Sent Neutron for servicing for his flickering screen. Got a new Neutron. Came with a free iTouch
Played Left4dead for the first time. Awesome. Played Spore on Neutron. First time in almost 3 years I played a decent game. Watched all seasons of How I met your mother. Awesomeness.
Designed something pretty at work last week. Upgrade iPhone firmware to 3.0. Discovered sharing applications. Jolene rawks. Got my UOB card. Got my PA card. Awaiting my driving license. Awaiting the Left4dead member card. Bought Hugsy. Bought Mighty Muggs. Bought super discounted graphic novels.

I can’t stop sneezing. I hope its not the flu.