Life is not a bed of roses

The sky finally broke its water. No, it's not a labour process. I am just venting on the hot and dry weather since my arrival. Whereas you can expect of so much rain at other parts of the country.

Mum once told me, we have five fingers and they are all different. Looking at it, I am very much agreeing to it. Life cannot be the same for all of us. I like this quote: you laugh at me because I am different, but I laugh back at you because you are all the same.

Ok, nevermind. Being home sometimes makes me feel like I am a lil bit too far away. I feel so foreign at times. The roads, the places and the people. I am not sure what people are thinking anymore. Things happen again and again. I know I should be enjoying the holiday as YL is getting married this weekend, but I have yet to develop any mood to even see myself live for the next few days. No, I am not having any suicidal thoughts. I just dun find anything fascinates me here anymore.

Perhaps I shall just be quiet and observe from an angle, so not to disturb the fengshui, or even yang and yin from flowing. I just want my presence here for this entire week to be uneventful. When I see some dramas lately on the tv, I find myself moved so easily. No, I don't wanna be the character in the movies. I just want to be myself, and being myself by all means, to do whatever I want.

Life is not a bed of roses.