There are times when it seems you're stuck on a road, forking out in more than two directions. Torn and unsure, there are no signs, there's definitely no map. Where do you go and what do you do? Then you begin to rely on gut instinct, on what your bones, your soul or perhaps, your heart tells you. The conflict of whether to listen to your mind or to your heart. Of whether logic and rationale is far more dependable than something that's not often proven to be right.
I've finally met up with the most sweetest angel on this planet. My dearest Shan and I headed down to Zouk for a girls' night out. Dancing together and laughing at the other oddly eccentric dancers. No drinks, pure water. I love her even more. Who else do I know who goes to a club and doesn't drink? She's really a source of inspiration and admiration. You do what you have to. Climb up the ladder. Fuck the pretentious bullshit that's evident everywhere.
When I've gained all the talent, the skills and the experience I need; I'm going to join her. Together we will rule the universe! Ok, that was just cheesy and lame. Sorry!
She got me something from Amsterdam. Children's museum if I'm not mistaken. I still owe her a blog layout. Will do it tomorrow! Right now I just wanna wash my face and crawl into bed and sleep.
Love transcends age. Age is not a gauge for maturity. You can be so old and yet so childlike, so terribly immature. You can be young, independent and worldly. I'm stuck in between I feel. Old and young all at the same time. But does it really matter? Do I really care?
I don't think so. And perhaps, that's the most important thing of all.
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