As me and Amy recall, I had some kind of plan to take over the world… but it hasn’t quite gone on track. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm.

I think the little crush I have at work has been sort of noticable… well, I think it’s both ways. Someone noticed the way we act around each other is different and made a comment. And that same someone (a guy) told me that even the worse of girls wouldn’t go for a person like him. But I never listen to warnings, do I? I like them troubled. And I try to see the best in everyone. What a disaster. “But he’s notices all the little things… and he’s funny…”

Bah.

The worse thing about liking somebody is that sometimes you can’t stop yourself from falling.

So many goodbyes

Today I helped my two housemates May and Selina move out to an apartment in East Perth. They were two of my closest friends in the house. We loaded a massive amount of luggage into my little Yaris (never, NEVER underestimate the power of a Yaris - I used it to carry home an IKEA wardrobe taller than me) and thanks to my family’s tradition of overpacking every single vacation we’ve been on, I was more than well-equipped with, what I call, “car-packing skills” which involves: balancing suitcase on top of suitcase, precariously swaying with every turn of the car, using the backseat passenger as a “stabiliser” for the previously mentioned swaying tower of suitcase, blocking 1/4 of the driver’s rearview vision, squishing groceries between leg space, and…. leaving behind what you can part with (like instant noodles, canned tuna, and another of our housemates Shirley who wanted to come along to help).

After unloading everything, there were hugs, thank you’s and promises we would meet up. But as much as a good friend I wanted to be, I knew deep down inside that promises like that rarely ever come true. Call me cynical if you want, but I’ve heard them being said so many times that I’ve lost faith. I was sad to part with them because we had spent many nights staying up watching Law & Order (and guessing who the bad guy was before the plot was revealed). But then they would go on and make new friends in the apartment they were going to live in.

Parting ways is one of the sad parts in life. I have no conclusion for this post. One could say, without saying goodbye, we wouldn’t be able to move on and learn new things. But for one like me who is full of sentiment and separation anxiety, I wonder why my life was not designed so that I would always stay close to those whom I love and care for and depend on the most. Instead, those who were dearest to me was always taken away so I was left alone.

An overdose of grey

My blog’s design has been rather dull and melancholic to match my mood over the past couple of seasons. Time for a new look?