cherrified.

18Dec11

I hadn’t written anything here for so long that I didn’t even realised wordpress changed its layout.

So! I turned a year older just two days back and… I wasn’t entirely excited about it. This might sound pretty cynical but really, it’s just another number to my age. BUT it’s special because it is that one day in the entire year that I can really claim as my own :) So yeh.

The last few months of the year always passes way too quickly and it sometimes scares me. I always feel that I don’t have enough time. I’m not saying I think I will die young, and there is nothing in particular that I feel is significant enough for me to put it on a list of “things I must accomplish before I die”. Rather, my mantra is, if you feel that you’ll regret not doing something, chances are you probably will, so just do it. Life is short. We’re allowed to make mistakes and we’re allowed to be happy – even if it was for that one moment. Just… don’t take life too seriously.

Mean people puzzle me. Being mean usually also means you’re either an angry or bitter person, most likely both. That’s an equation you can’t get out of. My question is, why are you so angry? What makes you so angry that you have to lash it out at the people around you? Especially at people who are in no way associated with that anger. Are you always this angry? What do you feel after being mean to someone? Does it make you alittle less angry? I know doing nice things for someone usually make my day, does being mean to someone make your day? Do you go home and lie in your bed at night rejoicing over the fact that you’ve done something bad to someone that day? Mean people are a mystery that I want no answers to, but being happy is just so much easier, don’t you think?

Being happy is a wonderful thing. Right now I’m happy and I keep this happiness close by my side, like a pair of warm gloves that I keep snug in my pocket. Sometimes I’m afraid of getting too addicted to happiness but happiness is like a sweet candy that you can’t get enough of.

I have a (very) mild case of claustrophobia, which is why I hardly mention it. I only get panic attacks when I’m trapped in elevators or wardrobes. This is also one reason why I don’t particularly fancy movie theatres, that, and also I don’t really like the dark. Put dark and small spaces together and you can expect a full blown panic attack. What I’m trying to say is that.. the recent SMRT incidents worry me ALOT. That train on Thursday, stuck underground, no light, no ventilation, small dark spaces. My ultimate nightmare! I don’t know if I want to take the train ever again.

That’s all for now! Happy holidays everyone!