Life is like a cup of coffee

Life is like a cup of coffee...
It can be bitter. It can be sweet. Often both at once. In your quest for searching the perfect cup of espresso you might travel the hiways and byways, and off the beaten path. And when you find it, it hits you… the search itself is part of the reward. It’s not so much the destination, but the journey that counts!

Monday, June 14, 2010

A thought for the day…

"Life is about trusting your feelings and taking chances, losing and finding happiness, appreciating the memories, learning from the past, and realizing people change..."

I’ve come to the extent that I don’t understand anymore nor knowing what’s really going on. I’m confused. It’s been few days since we verbally talked on the phone. I told him I need some time to “cool off”. He said he’ll be back and I thought this will be the chance we can sort things out but there’s not a single ring from him and so not expecting he’ll turn up as well. Now, what’s happening?

Is it true in the statement that guys usually rely more on their left brain?


Why do people ignore sometimes when there’s a problem? I don’t see it as great or wise. Ignoring a problem won’t make it go away! Some of us just pretend as though it never happen but when in reality it does. As saying goes, “You can avoid reality, but you cannot avoid the consequences of avoiding reality”.

Why let it dwell inside and not fix the problem when can? It’ll only bring scars and wounds, the pain someone else feels that you can’t see. Holding on or dragging some would call it, will only bring pain to both.

I only think about how to solve the problem. Why can’t he see this? I sometimes wish I can understand the human brain more. Siighhhzzz…

While you enjoying chasing your dream, I suffer silently… thinking it was my entire fault. I wish someone could listen to me now.


There is only one rain cloud in the sky... and it's raining on me. Somehow I'm not surprised. I'm stressed as well, but who would listen... If only I can shout my lungs out now...


How I wish I'm the colourful flowers...

I hate the feeling of guessing…
I feel so uncomfortable now, thinking as though it was all my fault…
I’m lost…
I need direction…
I really need a good sleep.

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