Two Regrets - Tattoo and Hitchhiking

There are two regrets in my backpacker's life in New Zealand - haven't got a tattoo and tried hitchhiking.

So jealous to hear that one of my backpacker's friends just had a colour tattoo and her ankle. I have long decided to have one just didn't have the right situation. I will design myself for the image.

Most people have tattoo with their own personal reasons as most images carrying meanings. Like everything else, there are people like it and there are people hate it. Having a tattoo always gives conventional people a bad impression and those who doesn't like would never understands why do people like to have some marks on their bodies. Tattoo, in a broader sense, is a kind of body art, a personal performance showcasing everyday, or a form of body decoration. In a negative meaning though, it implies self-hurting and self-punishment. The process can be argued for a negative pleasure, if you like.

This is the moment

This is the moment
This is the day
When I send all my doubts and demons
On their way

Every endeavor
I have made - ever
Is coming into play
Is here and now - today!

This is the moment
This is the time
When momentum and the moment
Are in ryhme!

Give me this moment
This precious chance
I will gaterh up my past
And make some sense at last

This is the moment
When all I've down-
All the dreaming
Scheming and screaming
Become one

This is the day -
See it sparkle and shine
When all I've lived for
Becomes mine!

For all these years
I've faced the world alone
And now the time has come
To prove to them
I've made it on my own!

This is the moment
My final test
Destiny beckoned
I never reckoned
Second Best

I won't look down
I must not fall
This is the moment
Thi sweetest moment of them all

This is the moment
Damn all the odds
This day, or never
I'll sit forever
With the gods

When I look back
I will always recall
Moment for moment
This was the moment
The greatest moment
Of them all

What do you mean by growing old?

To me, growing old is losing the subtle sensibilities that stimulate your feelings and thoughts when you encounter the slightest changes in your usual daily life.

I have so much to say, to reflect on before, everything around me can give me some idea and thoughts and all these feedbacks from the environment make feeling alive. The older I grow though, the less I had the kind of feeling. I almost have nothing to write now. Is this the real truth of growing old?

And where is the zest of life?

Make life fun

People around me are complaining their boring lifestyle lately. They are all kind of sick of their monotonous and fixed route-work-eat-sleep pattern of life, some even told me they are tired of seeing their partner sometimes. Aren't we all bored easily?

We all need some changes every now and then. Different looks, sounds, colour or any slight changes in our houses could fresh our heads and bring little surprise to our life. Fun doesn't fall from the sky, we have to create it. This is one of shared job in the household too.

I agree life is boring but I also believe that it is our duty to make it interesting.

the Error in love

In what condition will one gives his/her most beloved thing/person to somebody else? Unless you believe that it is best ontcome for that certain thing/person right? And the underlining reason that drives you to make such a sacrifice is of course because you genuinely love it/he/she.

Friends I needs and want to be

I wish I can have older friends who can guide and advise me on my prematured thoughts and younger friends who can inspire me in overaged soul.
But first, before I requesting too much, I should be good to all my friends I guess.

Should be glad or regret?

There is something left in my mind that I still can't determite its nature after my friend's visiting. I don't know If I should be glad that it didn't happen or I should regret that I didn't make it happen.

Leave it nature itself.

This has to be continued

I realised one thing today, that is, I should keep writing. I wanted to write so many time on the way home and to work. There have been so much things I wanted to put them into words. Thinking is good, but writing should be better for everything aspect. There must be something worthing remembering right? Even it's a nasty thing, it needs record in the time theme.

Here and today, writing this sentence is not an ending, but a new beginning of my eJournal.