To Do or Not To Do?

There's one thing I've been wanting to do badly for the longest time. And there's no better time than now. It's like a now-or-never kind of feeling.

Correction: there's one thing my heart's been wanting to do badly, but my mind keeps saying, "No, it's a bad idea," and gives me one thousand and one reasons not to.

Sometimes I really cannot figure out which is playing the angel and which the devil: my heart or my mind?

Still, my heart will eventually win over my mind, I know. My mind gives up, whether succumbing or acceding, I don't know. Sometimes I think my mind can't be bothered with me no more - I think that's when I shut out my mind and stop thinking myself to death.

Sometimes I might act on my heart's instruction before my better senses take over me. Rash act? Maybe, but I try to convince myself, at least I've not let myself down.

I just have to do some math first this time - both literally and figuratively.


It really has been a full day indeed.

Piper's appointment was a breeze - there was no one else at the clinic. The "yeasty schnauzer" got a jab and some medicine, costing her mommy a hefty seventy bucks. Thing is, I've kinda resigned myself to the fact that she'll be a chronic "yeasty schnauzer" for the rest of her life.

Put her home. Realized the girls have finished up their food - again. I think they might just eat more than I do.

Got out of the house again. Drove to Thomson to find that the pet store had already closed for the day. Desperately trying to recall where else I could possibly find a pet store at that hour.

Bugis.

Which led me back to Purvis Street. I think I need to slow down my excitedness at that newfound haven. The lady-boss (I presume she is, unless she's the boss-mother, which I kinda doubt) already recognizes me: "Another kopi-o?" Oops.

Phone-call came and I drove back to pick up my bike. Finally.

Chucked the bike in my car. Rushed to the airport to pick up a friend coming back from China.

Drove the both of us to Bishan, where I had to drop the bike off.

All three of us ended up having late dinner and kopi-o (again) till late. Talking about nothing but the troubles in our lives - men.


Surprisingly, I'm still not tired. Maybe because my stomach is still growling.

I am just going to sleep it off.