I decided to step out and try for the biggest project in my life. Here is the clue. WOO SO FUN.
To those who somehow read this, I afraid to say that I have been a very bad friend.
When you don't meet friends conveniently anymore, you sometimes feel weirded by having to take the initiative. It is naturally so much easier to be avoidant and fearful of the encounters you might have a chance of having. Not to mention the various tiny things you try to hide from everyone from fear of being ridiculed, misunderstood or worse, be seen in a strange new light. Somehow you don't even understand yourself, or possibly haven't even chosen a side because, darn, staying on the middle fence is so comfortable.
Introversion suits me, but it will only be time before I hit the bed of thorns and shatter.
I guess I really want to say, I do not mean it. Intentions are but a fleeting reality from true actions.
Reality. Fantasy. An idealist is torn between both.
Help needed.
I likened my failed tiramisu similar to the time I've mistaken salt for sugar.
Will update a longer post when I get the pictures from the other memory card. I hate it when things are updated in non-chronology.
So now, you can only satisfy yourself with this:
Beautiful people.
Beautiful-er people.
