Tortuned.

For clarification, see the Urban Dictionary definition.

"You dislike all this insincerity
and yet you still pretend.
You are a liar, yes you," accused my over-thinking mind.

One day,
it will all just blend into a hazy memory,
distanced by time. And by then,
your heartstrings will not be moved;
you will feel so numb to all those past pressures
and what you once thought was precious will have its true colours told.

Ousted.

Dear God, if I wasn't sure before - I am now.

Completely broken.

You know the straw that broke the camel's back?

It was the same crazy straw.

And so I found myself bawling in the bathroom for the last two hours

over a silly little straw.

It's been a year-long nightmare.

Well, three years and a quarter, 

if you wanted to cover all bases.

Big hugs, chick flick marathons and chocolates are all welcome.

(Unsolicited advice or opinions, however, are not.)

A means to an end.

Dear Google,

You really are the best. 

You make up for my petty failures

like how to use a washing machine, or even

how to write a resignation letter.

To many more years 

of completing my general knowledge.

Stay well. xx

We're almost a quarter done with 2012 - did you know?

Everything is back to normal, I guess... or some semblance of normalcy. The kind of normal I've been living uncomfortably with for the past eight months. The unpredictable, floating kind. Wandering between thoughts and dreams and choices.

I wish I could let you know what the heck was going on, but honestly most days I just go and do what I have to, be it silly queries or applications or internet trolling. Okay, so maybe not that last part. But it all feels really bland, you know, like the time when nobody put any salt in the soup. Like how I just drank it anyway and it really wasn't the worst (although it wasn't the best, either).

It's just a "blah" space for now, okay? :)

Of prudence.

If there's one thing to remember,
one thing to hold on to in life -
it's remembering to dream.
To dream big, dream high, dream wide and dream far.
To go; that big, that high, that wide and that far
in seeing those dreams to fruition.
And with all that, to pray,
in faith that God will commend all your efforts
and bless them,
that He will see you through all the failures
and successes to come.

I have dreams -
dreams that seem far bigger and wider and higher, beyond my reach -
dreams that I've hidden deep within my soul.
It's like a locked treasure chest
buried beneath the sunlight
ever since they were first desired.
Then there are the realistic dreams,
dreams I have to follow in order to make a living -
the ones that identify me during the day.
Either way, I'm still scared.

"We rationalize just about everything 

because we mostly do what we want, reasons be damned."

(quoted from the comment thread on this article)