Yin and Yang...

Joy. Misery. Diametric opposites that are ever so intertwined.
I felt really sad upon realising it.
We may be a lot less than being the best buds, but I really do wish the best for you, knowing you've been through a lot in life and have a lot to look forward to.

With the night comes the day.
That dawn, beckoning, promises to break that shade of black -- in surety, in confidence.

Status: Not Dead....

I haven't blogged for 3 mths already?!?! Gasp!!!
Unbelievable. Times flies.
I guess now that i've managed to type 2 lines, you probably guessed it: I'm not dead yet...keke..
Too many thoughts going through my mind and i don't know what to pen down i guess.
All i know is, i'm getting happier by the day!!
I'm counting down my days to liberation: 1 mth 5 days i think.
My brain isn't quite made for even simple addition and subtraction.
What tragedy. Anything more than 10 is a chore since it is relatively known that i'm only born with two hands and 10 fingers.
Oh well, thank god for calculator and friends :P

Floss for Better Smile..Haha...

A mama-to-be was once shocked by her colleagues' religious flossing of teeth. She then checked with me to see if i floss my teeth too as she was in disbelief that people actually take that as a ritual.
Short of using the word "fervent" (seemingly suggesting that i have nothing better to do than to spend half my day obsessing over getting bits of food stuck between my teeth out.) i must say i am indeed one who needs her teeth cleansed of food impurities.
And is it important?
The answer is, yes.
And how do i know that?
Well, my visit to the dentist is fewer than say, how frequently i clean up my room, how often i wash my shoes. The interval, longer than that between solar eclipses. Yet, when i did pay a visit to the dentist, finally, he said, " you must have flossed your teeth everyday".
Well, that must prove something, right?
So, floss to better smile! :)

Confession (Part 2)...

Haha...After my entry "Confession", my dear friends were worried I'm offended that they are always laughing at me being different.
In my younger days, yes, I had a tough childhood. I felt different from most around me. That made me feel down at times. Not fitting in.
Now, if you say I'm different, I'm more than happy to embrace it.
I guess growing up is all about coming to terms, accepting and finally embracing what defines the unique you.
I like being different. :P
And I'm now confident enough to shout out loud that I'm different.
And boy am I thankful and blessed that I'm born me.