The revival of Craving Simplicity.

This is one of my resolutions I hope to come around with this year. Two years ago today, I posted this as my first entry and what do you know, once you’ve blogged, it’s for life. ;)

Let me in, you evil hotmail.com!

I hate this. Freakin’ hate this part right here.

I know it’s just an address everyone would have, consist of some cheesy wheesy characters and .com everyone have since internet came into the picture, but of which have been my very first key to get in touch with the world on the net for years. And I’m not talking 2 years years, I meant 7 blardy years! And I lost it, totally lost it. Because I took the password length for granted and that is why, I got locked out.

Oh well, maybe it’s a sign I should move on to a new one. Done my rant.

Instant noodles.

You can get them branded or your childhood past-time favourite
You can get them in all kinds of screaming fancy plastic packaging you can find and feel
You can get them lined up on the shelves in hypermarkets, 24/7 convenience stores, sundry shops;
But if you can’t find them anywhere else,
You can bet that wherever the eggs will be, there’s always instant noodles.
And one thing’s for sure,
They always let you know that they’re readily available.

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Copy-pasted from my facebook notes. I’d actually like the fact that this sounded like what would describe a naive, amateurish poet who couldn’t think of anything better and shallow to write about and yet I think the otherwise. :)

I survived toot toot.

So I reached office only to realise that I forgot my mobile phone, left on the cord charging itself happily at home. I felt a bit insecure at first, but it didn’t last because I was pre-occupied with work and that kept me busy throughout the day without wondering who would have left me text messages and missed calls.

I was surprised that I manage to survive myself without a mobile phone, without making a fuss. As long as I know where the phone is at, I’m pretty contented to go about my business for the day. I’ll get to it soon, just much later.

Mom said that I could have easily lived without one (along the lines of making a remark on how forgetful I am). I said no, I can’t live without one, but I don’t see a point of making a big deal out of not having to carrying hundreds of contact with you and panicked, like some people would have.

But maybe that’s only because I don’t have urgent calls or text messages waiting to be returned, like some people would have.

Are you a friend in need?

Work load is about to pile up soon with more new projects coming in, so we unwind ourselves with more coffee after work. Haha. Well, just me actually. Like getting a new pair of heels, I wouldn’t get enough of coffee.

The full moon came just in time for some revelation. It didn’t occur to me that I would admit to myself for being ignorant of a dire situation that another friend of ours is facing off late, until I was enlightened the fact that the whole world knows I’ve been avoiding contact with the friend altogether.

I was indeed aware, but I guess it’s easier to not get involved at all, than to bear the pain of watching your friend go down the drain and not offering any help to pull them out of the rut. Call me a selfish breed, but we all have our personal demons to deal with at some point that I can’t possibly butt in without offering what I know you won’t accept. I know you wouldn’t want me to sympathise you and I can’t afford to empathise your situation either so I walked away, and hope you get back to your senses in due time because I believe you can, and will. And then we’ll talk about you getting over it and feeling better.

Would I be a bad friend just because I’m not the friend in need?

A case of shooting myself in the foot.

We were around the cinema ticketing counter, waiting to get in to the theater for the latest movie by M. Night Shymalan. Caught the trailer of Julia Roberts’ upcoming Eat.Pray.Love on a TV screen when a friend remarked that the movie sounds like an old boring sappy story.

I said I beg to differ. It’s a movie based on a good book, I said.

Oh really, she said.

I said yeah. I’ve got the book for ages but I haven’t got the chance to read it yet…

She eyed at me suspiciously and repeated what I said about the movie being based on a good book when I hadn’t even read it… yet.

Damn. Somebody remind me.