Its sometimes amusing when i see people tweet or blog about the stuff that are so close to my heart. I would think that hey, at least there are people who understands me. Then, as i read along, somewhere or another i would find that the point that we are trying to explain is different. The meaning is different, the feeling is different, the force behind it, different.

I wouldnt say i am a particularly opinion less person since i do. I just dont verbalised it when i dont feel like it. That said, some people just bring that side out of me.

I believe that people will grow up, regardless of when. It may be some things that happened. Some might grow up, too fast i must say, when some things changed drastically overnight, and some, drifting along in life, might not have.

Being me, of course i would debate then, what does it mean by growing up? I can be 30 and still like cartoon, but that doesnt mean that i havent grown up. I probably just have a different view about life.

Sigh, there i go again contradicting myself again, but i just cant stand being so so damn narrow, my choice of word here, and not being able to analyse.

I was chatting  with mumsy the other day about singapore as my home in general. Chatting is a mild term when the chat progresses into an argument when the mumsy is attacking my every statement. Then i told her that in every case, i can view the situation from two differing stands and argue for whichever stand i have to. That doesnt mean i agree with it. Being able to argue passionately does not equate that to my stand. So essentially she has nothing to worry about and that shut her up.

Having to do something doesnt mean i have to like it or agree with doing it. You just have to weigh and think if doing it ties in with your principles or does it violate any of them. If no, then think of why you do it then or why the thought occurred to you.

It must be there, for a reason.

Not been using my brains for so long to really stimulate it. I missed the thrill of adrenaline rushing through my brains, the sounds of my brain wheeling hahahaha too literal, and the high when my brain refuses to stop turning.

I like that. Even though my brain tends to go into overdrive and burns itself out, i feel accomplished.
Been relying too much on people, on luck, on fate and on sheer faith. I think i have too much faith sometimes for gods sake. Well, everything will work out someday. And that that some day will come one day. And finally we will get to this one day. And finally actually is a short period.

Hope.faith.belief. That, and excitement and the thrill of unexpected, unknown danger that is not dangerous. LOL.