zero logic = pleasure/pain

Dictated by the ‘sancts’ of irrationality, logic was tossed out the door.

I treated myself to a deluded self-indulgence session by entertaining what-ifs. Which function was to solely provoke fears and insecurities within. It worked. I felt so overwhelmed in terror that I miserably failed to pacify myself.

Smart. Now what…

It isn’t easy to tell people what they do not want to hear. I make a point to thoroughly think of the possibilities to break news as painless as can be to the people I care about. Do not do to others what you don’t want others to do to you. Or however way that saying goes.. ANYWAY, that’s what I consciously try to do lah. It absolutely pains me when I go to great lengths for the most suitable solution (in my eyes, that is) but it is severely misunderstood, blown out of proportion and things get unilaterally changed. I try to be sensitive to others’ feelings and it is less than pleasant when it is not vice versa.

I guess we’re only human and life is peppered with mistakes and misunderstandings. The priority is to get things sorted out.

Moving on, today I woke up to a phonecall that made me feel a lot better than when I went to bed. I don’t like going to bed feeling like shit. I hate it with a passion. But since it was made worst by my own doing, I didn’t really want to stew in it too long. It is tiring.

Einstein here also managed to cut her lower lip with her braces. Somehow. Never before. That was the virgin cut in all of 16 months. Speaking of which, about a week back I got my first mini ulcer from wearing braces. Some ickle bone was slightly poking out of my gum and constantly grazed the inner bit of my upper lip. Me being me, I was horrified when I initially discovered it. Yeah, but it went away quietly in a non-dramaesque way in about 2 days. I cant wait for them to be off *sighs* Besides, the fact that I can have the orthodontist change different coloured bands to stick my wire to my brackets every month no longer excites me. I keep going back to pink, lilac or baby blue. Predictable... How far away is July again? I hear the pain of the wait apparently is nothing compared to the pleasure this little vainpot’s evenly lined teeth. We shall see.

I REALLY should update my schedule in my phone…

I REAAALLY should not cheat with my ciggie count. It’s unbecoming of someone who ‘wishes’ to quit eh? I guess there is a fine line between someone who ‘wishes’ to quit and someone who is ‘strongly advised’ to quit...

I think this is the most incoherent post I have ever put up.