Today at work, I take things for granted. I sit around idle thinking. Minus 10 marks right there. Thinking is useless unless it can result in action.
I am dating a cook, and we went out last night. Actually I went to his house for breaking of fast and then some. He said he loved me, and I reciprocated. But why only 50 per cent of me wants to believe him. Guys are after all, bastards. As my good friend once said, never give yourself completely to a lover. Keep a certain percentage of yourself for yourself. Then, later I heard the Leona Lewis ballad on radio called Happy and the chorus goes : so what if it hurts me / so what if I brreak down/ so what if this world just throws me off the edge...don't care about all the pain in front of me, cause I just wanna be...happy...sigh

This morning, I woke up for sahur at about 5.30am. Later I watched a bit of the DVD movie Inglorious Basterds. Then I washed my face before hitting the sack. I saw the daylight getting brighter outside my window. And when I washed my face later, I realise that whatever profession I did, the mornings would still be the same. I could be a waiter at a diner and still be washinhg my face and starting my shift later. I could be a CEO of a shipping company and be washing my face before dressing up to go to work. I could be washing my face and getting into the bureau as a reporter. I am that now. The point is I could be whatever the hell I want to be. I have been thinking like this a lot lately.