You know what? I just realised that as a writer, I don't really write long posts on my blog. My posts are rather short or just full of pictures. So sue me, I'm lazy okay. It is hard at times to be inspired to write there's just so much that you wish you could forget.
What do I want to forget? Well, for starters... I want to forget how jammed it was when I drove to work this morning. I also want to forget about the embarrassing emceeing event I had in January. Oh oh, I want to so so so desperately forget the time in secondary school where I fell backwards... exposing for all to see what was in my pinafore. Bad.
I also want to forget the stupid hairstyles I had throughout the years. I hated my hair in secondary school. Sorry, no pictures. I somewhat hated my hair in college as well. My buds - the two Pooi Muns and Priscilla told me countless times how messy my hair was. I've tried everything... short, shoulder length and long. Dyed it blond, blue, brown and red. Straightened and rebonded. The only thing I've yet to try is curls. But now my hair is too short to attempt that. Time to grow it again.
Straying away... I had an interesting conversation with a friend on gtalk today. He asked me... whether I was happy. I said no. Well, bad timing because I'm having a lousy week... so for sure my answer would be no. Then he grilled me as to why I wasn't happy. Why this and why that. Back and forth. About happiness and what it meant to me. Then he asked me what would make me happy.
See, this is the million dollar question. If we all knew what would make us happy... the world would be a much better place. People wouldn't be chasing unimportant thing in the quest for smileys. Ultimately, we all want to be happy. Not just happy because an iPhone mysteriously found its way into your pocket. But, really totally happy from the core.
You could be having a bad day, but you know that you are complete, whole and essentially... happy. I guess to achieve that kind of happiness, some of the basic things which makes you happy have to be met. You often read about cases where a poor person without much wealth or material possessions is an example of happiness because he/she knows that their life is complete. And there are those extremely rich people who are bitter and depressed. Obviously, it boils down to the individual.
Back to me. What makes me truly happy?
I'll write about it when I find out.
BTW, the twin towers looks really pruity tonight.
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