#167 The Irony

There is no iron in irony.

Okay that was lame.

And yet, gaining weight for me, unlike the vast majority of the world's population, is nigh impossible.

Losing it is easier than *alphabets*.

Just like how shampoo-ing is a luxury. And it's not because we can't afford it.

We just don't have enough of those black extensions that are supposed to sprout, covering our otherwise reflective scalp.

I'm talking about the NSmen.

*Gulps* 13 days to losing my crowning glory.

19 days to age plus one.

Less than 24 hours to the meet-up with Lester.

Less than 2 days to the meet-up with Jerrome a.k.a. MNG (Mr Nice Guy).

Less than 3 days to the meet-up with Jun Wei & Elaine.

And less than 12 hours to work.

New friends at work, and more practice teaching people how to handle the monotony of the job.

And yet I feel as empty as ever.

Perhaps defeated would be a more apt word.

I wonder when I'll let go of my heart and believe once more.

I'd like to smile at the world, and tell it, it's okay to be imperfect.

Just love each other.

That's what's driving us forward, upward.