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Sometimes, I am wondering, WHY IS IT SO DIFFICULT TO BE YOURSELF AT TIMES?

So, when is the time that I am always myself?

Sometimes, you accommodate, you compromise, you accept and you smile just because that someone is very important to you. Does that mean that you are not yourself? I am not sure, but I always am wondering when am I myself? When I am all alone in the house? When I go shopping alone? When I watch the romantic movie alone?

Why am I only at myself when I am all alone?

Funny it seems, probably I am thinking too much these holidays.

On a lighter note, I had a SURPRISE! Pleasant one though.

Little Timmy

The Five Most Memorable Times spent with Little Timmy,

1. The other time as I was riding Little Timmy down to Rochor. My slipper slipped off while I was moving off from the traffic lights. So, I had to kick my gear with my bare foot. Stopped by the road side and Mui Tiang had to run to collect it back for me. Luckily no car went over it. INDEED MEMORABLE.

2. As I was heading for school, the foot brake got loosen and I could not step on it. Was so terrified. Couldn’t stop in time for the red lights and stop half way through the junction. INDEED MEMORABLE.

3. The story of Little Timmy began when Dinosaur bought this bike; my virgin pillion ride. We rode passed Changi Village, Esplande, Thomson Road, Orchard Road and Singapore Polytechnic. Stopped along expressway during the wet days and wore sexy sunglasses during hot days. INDEED MEMORABLE.

4. Nearly died when I was making a line change along Bukit Batok Road. A big truck was behind yet I still wanted to squeeze through. Big truck horned super loud that everyone looked at me. INDEED MEMORABLE.

5. My first bike accident at Toh Tuck Road. Was heading for school when a car suddenly turned without checking his blind spot. Little Timmy was scratched that I had to change his paint work. Regretted for the rest of my days with him. Was safe and sound; not even a single bruised. I think Little Timmy protected me. INDEED MEMORABLE.

So, tell me, how can I bear to leave Little Timmy?

幸福

幸福是什么？
幸福是圆的还是扁的？

手上拿的是圆的，心里想的是扁的就不是幸福了。
手上拿的是扁的，心里想的是圆的就不是幸福了。

所以，不管是圆的还是扁的，
手上拿的是圆的，心里想的是圆的，
就是幸福了。

有的时候我们就是想太多了。

对不起，我现在才懂。

Another Good Read

Oranges

Gary Soto from A Fire in my Hands

The first time I walked
With a girl, I was twelve,
Cold, and weighted down
With two oranges in my jacket.
December. Frost cracking
Beneath my steps, my breath
Before me, then gone,
As I walked toward
Her house, the ones whose
Porch light burned yellow
Night and day, in any weather.
A dog barked at me, until
She came out pulling
At her gloves, face bright
With rouge, I smiled,
Touched her shoulder, and led
Her down the street, across
A used car lot and a line
Of newly planted trees,
Until we breathing
Before a drugstore.