Day 308

Everyday we face and make choices. Sometimes those choices change our lives. Sometimes those choices become mistakes. And most times those choices cannot be changed.

I don't want to regret my choices. I don't want those choices that become mistakes define who I am.

I am more than the mistakes I make.

But most people don't see beyond that.

There is only one right choice and all the rest are wrong. How am I to know which one to make?

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I have no one to talk to. But even if I did, what would I say? Would you take my words lightly or interpret them incorrectly like you do my choices?

Day 296

I'm never sentimental, only semi-mental.

Yeah, I just thought it was a clever thought and had to blog it before I forget it. Or just in case someone randomly stumbles upon this forsaken blog and think I'm brilliant.

Not that I'm not.

I am.

Brilliant I mean.

Day 273

I am the personification of tactless.

I think I am so because I expect other people to have the same emotional threshold as I do. Sometimes I don't understand why people get upset at me. I register the fact that I hurt them in the aftermath but in a situation, I tend to think that everything is fair game. I think this is because I sort of like being abrasive and not having to control what I do or say.

I know this is bad. I still do it anyways because I don't process other peoples' emotional quotient before mine.

I need a CTRL + Z function in my life.

I'm sorry.

Day 12

I'm addicted to Youtube right now. I can spend hours on it and I have. I find shows online, hilarious parodies, original short films, talented musicians and so much more. All the videos are usually under 10 minutes and I find myself surfing through Youtube's archive via their recommendations. Once I look up, I've been online for three hours!

On Google chrome, Youtube ranked as my number one site. Yet I have no guts to make my own video. Sad.

End of Wendy-verse report.

Day 11

Today's blog will meditate on ramyun or ramen depending if you're a lover of a Korean or Japanese brand. (And if you're Chinese you call them instant noodles.)

I was just staring adoringly at my package today and I was contemplating the best way to cook a plain ramyun/ramen. I realized that different cultures dictate how you will cook your noodles and each will argue that their way is the best way.

Some say you must cook it on the stove, soup base first then the noodles and simmer. Others reverse the order and some even drain the noodles after the first cooking and then create a separate batch for the soup base. Fancier eaters crack an egg in for good measure.

Me? I pour my soup base, noodle and a cup of water in a microwavable bowl and nuke it for 2 minutes.

I think the way a person chooses to cook their noodles say a lot about them. But that isn't saying much about me.

End of Wendy-verse report.