Buddhists Do Scratch Their Heads Too

I am back to my depressed world. Last friday, I was so bored I spent more than one hour taking pictures of myself and then deleting everything as I can't find a decent shot of myself.

I do not consider it weird if I was using a handyphone but I was not. As a matter of fact, I had so much time and loneliness in my bones that I pulled out my tripod, set it up and used my dlsr camera to do the self-portrait shoot. Also, I changed into some nice clothes at 1am in the morning and put on some lipstick for the shoot.

I was bored and upset to that extent. Tell me, is this normal?

If I bought a new car, then realize later that I don't want to drive and rather take the bus. What do I do?

I am in that stage right now. Wobbly. Antsy. Confused. But afraid to give it up. Waaaaaahh!!!!!

Milktea is a very simple girl.

So, what's that suppose to mean? Should I be happy with the way people describe me?

Crazy. This week has been really really crazy.

I spent the start of the week submerging myself at the gym and hurting my body deliberately by hitting the weights. Then, as if that's not enough of suffering, the latter part of the week was spent for all other sorts of activities from learning to play the guitar to preparing sandwiches for a number of people to joining a sports tournament (and losing) to stuffing myself with half loaf of bread. In the middle of that, I even manage to lure a guy to ask me out. hah.

The downside of a booked life however is this. I forgot to do my laundry, which is also to say that I am facing the possibility of having no undies to wear tomorrow.

Great! This life is great!

I am not a TV person. This causes a lot of constraints especially when I am surrounded by friends who watch a lot of TV. I explained that I have a very poor listening ability and so watching TV/Movie is a struggle because most of the time I couldn't catch up with the dialogues.

There has been times I am inside a movie house, everyone's cracking up with a one-liner and I am just dumb sitting at a corner while stuffing myself with popcorn. And then there are also times when social pressure prompts me to laugh along just so I appear to understand the humor and when asked why I was laughing, I couldn't pinpoint exactly why or which line was funny. 

That explains why I love photography and love to eat and love to read books and love to write.. All these activities do not need that you have good ears. The downside of course of an inferior listening ability is that I have a very sensitive and talented nose.

Lately I am being tormented by people around me who has poor hygiene. From previous flatmates to commuting to workplace, it seems that I have this uncanny appeal to attract people whose smell could kill a human being. I just need to get this thought off my chest. One Line is all I am asking. To all the people who stink, FUCK OFF!!!

Alright, I made my point. Thank you.