Raedarling: swallow them damn lemons.

We can never turn back the pages of time, though we may wish to relive a happy moment, or say goodbye just one last time, we never can, because the sands of time continue to fall, and we can’t turn the hourglass over.

-Sean Ooi-

Been a while since the last time I blogged.

I hate myself for it, and hate myself even more for blatantly tossing chunks of photos onto my blog and calling it a day - that's degrading, I know; it's as if I have utterly nothing substantial to blog about and that I've got to resort to the use of photos to keep my blog updated and interesting - but I'm like. Super. Utterly. Superbly. Lazy.

It's not like me to own a camwhorer's blog like some bimbos who find it so much easier to just toss photo after photo of themselves all dolled up complete with heavy make up, luring readers to their blog merely via their physical appearance.

I don't want to be like that, but at some point, I can't help it.

It's been almost two weeks since holidays started, and, as usual, I'm molding up.

Molding up.

Been thinking a lot lately, of life and such.

I find it harder and harder to express myself. It's just so easy for some, you know. Their fingers dance across the keyboard, beautiful words pour out. Sure, I guess I could say I'm kind of blessed with that talent as well, but more often than not, I get a bad case of bloggers block.

It only gets worse. It's always a vicious cycle where if something goes wrong, it can only go downhill from there.

Nonetheless. I shall try.

I like to think of myself as someone who isn't just all about enjoying the superficial things in life. I'm shallow, yes, but that's not all I'm ascertainable for, because if it were, I'd think that there wouldn't be much to life itself, which is sad and pitiable, really, for people whom their shallowness are all they're ascertainable for.

At this point, I'd like to recall a quote I'd posted on Facebook some days ago:

Fact is, life's hard. You just don't know how hard till it hits you. At one point, it's gonna hit you so hard that you'll black out, and then you're gonna realize drowning yourself with movies and games ain't gonna help much.

-Rae on FB-

It's funny how life sometimes plays awfully cruel tricks on us, and there's nothing we can do about it. My way of handling it?

Be numb.

Life can push us around, it can hurt us and make us break down and cry in despair, but you know what?

All those saying telling you to be strong and to stay positive? They're bullshit. You've just got to be numb, and take whatever comes to you. You don't always have to make lemonades out of the lemons life throws at you. You just have to numb your taste buds, swallow them damn lemons, and move on with life.

Saves you the time and energy, too.

Sometimes there's not much point in thinking, and the more you think, the more you rack your head trying and crafting various ways to make yourself happier, to gratify yourself your wants, the more you destroy yourself. It's a fact that you can't get everything you want in life because that's, well, life. For the things you don't get, you'll just have to make do with the things you have got.

Everyone makes choices, and there's bound to be times when you make the wrong ones. Sure, everyone wishes they could turn back time, to undo the wrongs they'd done, but let's face it - it's pretty much impossible (unless you could travel faster than light, which has already been proven impossible by Einstein, so unless some smart-aleck comes along and de-proves everything Einstein established, we'll just stick to the current laws of physics), so what's there left to do, but to take full responsibility of what we've done? Sure, you could think of various ways to undo what you've done, to get back what little you can grasp while they're falling through your fingers, but really, what's the point?

Life's short, but it's not necessary that you've got to complete everything on your list of "Things To Do Before I Die".

Here's what you've got to do: Take in all the lemons that life hurls at you. Sometimes, if you felt like it, you could make the effort and make yourself some lemonade. Other times, you could just numb yourself and take them raw.

As Calvin's dad always say, it builds character.

Bug Bites Build Character.

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Enough of philosophical thoughts, here's a lighter note to this otherwise dull blog entry.

As promised, here's to my very first visit to Straits Quay.

After much thoughts on life and such, I think I should be credited a little shallowness here, so here we go: