Purpose

I heard a very good advice

"Put the world in the palm of your hands. Be prepared to let it go, because what matters most is already in your heart."

Which made me realise

I have not been "giving" as much,

so that's why I have not "receiving" all the things that I wanted too.

so yeah, I should probably write a story..

Crossing, erasing, but nothing came out. Not that I don't have anything worth writing about, but I couldn't bring up the courage to write it. I am intimidated by the power of words. Writing it out means I'm admitting to my crimes. Writing out means I'm surrendering, speaking with my heart more than with my head. Writing out means I'm just to weak to resist my own thoughts, my own worst enemies.

I am not lost, just wondering around aimlessly. So don't bother finding me. I can dig up my own worms and sleep with the wolves.

I learned something new today:

The lesser things I have, the more resourceful I become

So close, I can see my reflection in your dark brown eyes
Too close, don't you think so

I have a soft spot for:

1) Guys who look like they are going on a hike. Preferably older guys. Big North Face Bags, cable knitted sweaters, unshaven faces. Sometimes scruffy is sexy.

2) Well-groomed Asian boys. Preferably boys my age. They smell good. Shirts and cardigan, and please, no converse shoes. Glasses are a plus. Sometimes serious is sexy.

3) Half asian/half caucasian, however you may put it. Best of both worlds, enough said. Sometimes, Sam Tsui is sexy.

:)

I might be indecisive,

but once I know what I want,

I swear

I will get what I want