You have got a decent guy. Appreciate it.

Hearing these words, I really do thank God and appreciate it. A person who loves you, respects you and tries for you is really something special. We don't run into these kind of people everyday and anytime.

It is so easy to fall in love. One simple flattering word, one meaningful action, sweet sentences and apologies when things go wrong- they all are our love catalysts. And when time goes on a couple constantly struggles to keep the peace, the tolerance and that relationship that started once with a bright spark, or a witty comment, or something more romantic, less romantic. Whichever way, that starting moment would become something meaningful and important for the whole relationship with each other.

Consider yourself lucky and blessed when you get a partner that is decent enough. Though, every relationship is not without their flaws. Partners get to see each other's differences and how many differences you will see depends on how far apart your personality is with your partner. What if the differences are so many that you start to doubt the relationship?

Every plan you plan, every passion you have, you have to carefully construct your words and your thoughts so that the other party understands you- feel you, just because both your view points are total opposites. Sometimes it is amusing; learning something new about your partner. Sometimes, it takes that one big, tiring step. By the end of the day you just want to retire and have a good rest. What if this happens time and time again?

You have got a decent guy. Define your 'decent'. Someone who pays for your meals? Someone who pays for the date? Someone who doesn't cheat, doesn't lie, doesn't take advantage of you? Someone who, in the eyes of many, is a stable person when it comes to relationships? Decent meaning that person takes care of everything physical for you; money, food, caresses, sweet kisses, etc?

What if decent is not enough?

Here's a peek at something I've been working on for quite some time. I've procrastinated, got seduced and lead away from studying and assignment finishing by one simple little character.



Hm, bad graphics. However, I'm quite excited actually. I foresee this will be a long term project. Creativity always ambushes me at the wrong time.

I'm a procrastinator. No new news there.

Then I finally got the mood to work on my assignment that is due tomorrow and started sitting at the computer at 7:30P.M.

Here I stare at the screen (opening multiple tabs as usual) and blink, blink! WTH 11:09P.M! I can actually hear some of you cursing at me in your head, "Then why are you still blogging? Go do your freaking assignment!"

Just wanted to say something... Internet kills your time. A LOT of time, especially when you know what are the right links to click. Okay, enough ranting. Back to work.

Toodles!

What do we do when we have a hard choice to make? Be it leaving a loved one or doing something you originally intended not to do (but it is necessary)? I would have happily give you answers and choices to make that would make your life easier... if only I've found it.



If only it were easy as this...

Face the facts; with hard choices, there's no easy way. It's either you do it or you don't. I find myself always and constantly stuck in this period. No matter how much I pray, how much I cry or how much I ponder, I never get far. I thank God that whatever it is, I still have the strength to smile and to carry on my daily life and not cling to the bed, complaining I cannot go on or worse yet, drop everything I've learnt and revert to my old, mundane ways. I also thank God for supportive friends whom are always there, caring and helping me lift my moods.

I hope that I can do something for them as well. No matter how small the deed, I hope that one day I am able to make a better difference in their lives. Hope they don't see that I take their kindness and cares to my advantage. For future implications, if I ever gave that impression, just slap me. I never intended for that to happen.

My elder brother told me and gave me the impression that he thinks I am one that sits down and wait to be pampered. He worries that in future, I could not handle my life. While that may hold some truth, I would never want to be the only one on the receiving end and I have a belief that I can handle my life (the problem is whether would it be the hard way or the easy way). That much, I hope he knows. Although growing older means I have to take more responsibilities I'm not really ready for yet, I'm not as spoilt as he thinks or as weak as he thinks.

As for Hard Choices, I made up my mind that although you are an incredible pain in the back, you are necessary for my growth. And guess what? I'm not backing down and I'm beating you one step, albeit small, at a time.

Comparing myself now to my 17 year old self, I have less inspiration to write, much less blog. All of my stories that I've started does not have an ending and has been laying in the "Write" folder for eons now. I wonder what made my inspirations run away from me? Perhaps the juices in my head are all dried up. Perhaps I've turned lazy. Perhaps I have too many things to do. Perhaps, perhaps. Meh.

For the fun of it, I'll try to see if I can update every two days. Major challenge. Assignments due and finals coming up. I quite dislike 2nd year of degree. It's draining!

Now what shall I blog about next?