Sigh, every time I said I'd blog more, I end up blogging even lesser. It seems that when I get too involved with other things in life, I tend to neglect a lot of things and people around me. This isn't good...

Many many things happened in the past one year. There were extreme happiness and sadness. I gained and lost.. Not just weight, but other things too. Most people improves as they experiences more things. However, I'm one of the minorities who went the opposite way. The more experiences I gain, I more I know what I don't like or don't want in life. And that makes me more screwed up because I'll do some stupid things to prevent things I dislike from happening, and that includes offending my friends. It has been a very, very long time since I last talked to myself in my blog and I guess this could be one of the possible reasons to why I'm becoming like this. Perhaps some self-reflections need to be done urgently.

I am now very confused, I don't know what I want anymore. I'm pretty lost. Yesterday I just had one of the hardest times since last year and it's worse than a roller coaster ride. I had to make a decision that's very important to me, but under the circumstance that I didn't, or still don't know what I want at that moment. All I had in mind was the saying that I noted from a Japanese anime: When you are lost, trace back to the beginning and start again.' I did exactly and realised what's the underlying and determining factor to my decision thereafter. I gotta admit that there's 'something' in this world that I am really terrible at, so much so that I really want to quit. I just hope this final opportunity could lead to a good ending (keeping my fingers crossed).

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It has been 2 months into my first permanent job and the most interesting thing is not what happened in the office, but what happened in the coffeshop where I have my lunch everyday.

I don't know if it's the trend among the young boys now but this is my second time having a 17-years-old teenage boy who works at one of the food stores approaching me, trying to know more about me, and wanting to get my phone number. The first time was 3 years back when I was only 21. Oh man, it's a total of 6 years of differences in age this time! I have to highlight that this boy clearly knows I am older than him by 6 years but he still wants my phone number! He has already asked me about that for 2-3 times and I have no idea how to reply him. It makes me feel so bad every time me and my colleagues choose not to eat at that particular coffeeshop. Haiz.

A happier photo.