of a ball of wool

If only the issues of our life can be stacked nicely into compartments, it’ll definitely make life so much easier.

And if only so, I will be more motivated to open up the compartments and try to straighten things out one issue at a time.

But unfortunately, it is not.

They are somehow intertwined together like a ball of wool. I couldn’t possibly straighten one out without touching the other part of the wool.

It’s so tiring and further discourage me to want to iron out the issues of my life. Now the ball of wool just piles on into a bigger piece of mess.

Now, teach me where to start……

of mixed feelings

I was watching a funny scene on TV when it all started. It first started as a chuckle, and progressively evolve into full blown laughter. I was laughing and laughing so hard till tears were streaming down uncontrollably. Without any warning, it laughing turn to sobbing. Those fat tears just rolled down uncontrollably...

This yo-yo emotion went on for a good 3 minutes before I snapped myself out of it.

This never happened to me before... Must be those pent-up emotions trying all their means to escape me through any emotional release action, hence make those laughing-out-loud become sobbing-out-loud.

While I was laughing-crying or whatever you call that, I was actually alternating between 2 emotions simutaneouly; laughing and crying and laughing and crying again. One moment I was laughing at the stupidity of the actress, and the next moment I found myself crying and thinking about those issues that life has thrown onto my lap. This yo-yo emotion went on for a good 3 minutes before I snapped myself out of it.

That's what I would literally call - mixed feelings.

You know they always say "don't know to laugh or to cry". While I did both. I laughed and I cried.

I must be too high strung lately. Hmmm..

Source: getty images

of bread and butter

It’s work, work, work, work and more work.

It’s non-stop action since last Monday. I reckon it will last till end of end week. Gosh, I’m heading to a burn-out and really need a break.

Performing miracles, doing the impossible, hitting ceiling-high targets are all in a day’s work and giving your best seems mediocre.

Good. Better. Best. I wondered what comes after that? I need that.

My social life is non-existent, unless you count those wall messages and photo tagging from Facebook or the random tweeting.

So tired. Crawling to bed each night…

Sometimes when I stopped and think about it, I asked myself why I am doing all these. Or rather, who am I doing all these for? Is it really worth it?

Then I remembered about my plans for the future, I remembered God’s promise, I remembered that I need to give God glory in all things I do, I remember about people who are in a worse situation than me.

I realized that I still have my job to thank God for and am indeed still blessed.

But still sometime I can’t help but wonder how long more can take this?

I’m only human.