December... a month which many people looked forward to. Not only it promises cool weather, no school, it also bring along christmas and sum itself up with another holiday which is the new year. Really a full package sia... well there are different ways to spend this special month, depending on which type of people you are.
For me, I am not those very adventurous type, partly because my pockets are not loaded with cash. As a results, I tend to try to enjoy the free treads in life. Cuddling in the cold bed, while rain splattering on the umbrallas of those shoppers in Orchard, having my eyes glued to that black box in the living room, and ofcause, playing games... Other than those, I also sometimes indulge in finding nice food and shoving them into that mouth of mine, for the old saying goes," You are.. what you eat." I am the type of people who strongly belive that a bad meal will screw up the entire day, and that a good meal will do otherwise.
I dunno about others, but sometimes when I was doing things that I am unsure of or I don like, moments before that I get this strange feeling. Its like the real you is numb and you are just like a walking corpse throwing yourself into doing the things you don like. Something like a car with a brick on the accelerator but the driver is sleeping. Like that time, when I was going to sign that acceptance form to go for China trip, six month of uncertainty awaits. I cannot make up my mind. But in the end, I just sign and walked up to the office with the feeling mentioned above and hand it up. And there was this time I called my friend to go gym with me, deep inside me, I was against the stupid idea. When I was running on the stupid treadmall I can almost hear this loud voice inside my head," aaron wtf are you doing? You are suffering.... Why do you put yourself in such a situation?" at the point I was already making decisions to stop running. However, this part is very important. There is this little voice inside me that tells me to carry on... and it promise to give me something that is worth the suffering in return. There are times which I trusted this little voice, and times which I listened to the loud one. But one thing for certain, when I choose the little voice and endured the suffering, the enjoyment that comes after that is really worth my suffering.
I guess the two voices are the little devil and the little angel sitting on my shoulder one shouting into my left ear and the other whispering into my right....... "shutup u little devil, stop telling me its a waste of time to blog and asking me to go sleep." btw its raining outside... i guess this time i compromise a bit... haha
