IYLIWQI - If You Love It, Why Question It.

If You Love It, Why Question It.

Recently, SHD has been buying Yakult again after a period of about 10 years. The last time I remembered drinking that, was when I was about thirteen. I would always go for the orange flavoured one first and even after so long, I still do. And it evokes the same childhood memory I get everytime I use my right index finger to poke a hole and then break the packet to pick the orange one out, leaving the apple flavoured one dangling at the end.

I adore the scent, Hugo Boss, Energise. It puzzles me as to why I would try a new scent and then leave it half full before I switch back to Energise. It must be by somewhat adventourous palate.

I like all sorts of chocolate and whenever I am in a chocolate store, I would spend a substantial amount of time looking through the various artisanal products neatly arranged on the store shelf, but I will always end up with a bar of dark chocolate. Undistinguished and regular when
compared to handmade chocolate, a piece of art in itself.

I take all sorts of alcohol (been trying to cut down on beer) I don't even know why I would bother the server for a menu when I usually would start with a glass of house white or sparkling or a Mojito. I don't even know why I would bother the server for a menu, (like it's my first time there) when I go to a bar I always frequent and order the same drink like I always do.

I love the cuff at first sight but I bought another bracelet (because it was half the price), having to buy the cuff 8 months later. And then losing the cuff in a cab 1 month after I bought it. I reported it to the lost and found department but I sincerely doubt, nobody will be THAT honest to report it, unless that person has had the same experience as I had.

I enjoy Moet & Chandon. However, I will always browse the rest of the bottles by the different champagne houses in a duty free store before leaving with a bottle of Moet & Chandon. I might be looking for something different, something better, something that will make me change my mind, but not yet.

When it comes to certain issues, I am by no means close to whatever I have written.
A battle which I am constantly inching to win but consistently seem to be retreating. This I accord to the culture in which we were brought up. The conformity, seeking of social acceptance. The irregularity, fearing of the unknown. The mentality, of being judgemental. However, I cannot be bothered anymore. In fact, over the past few weeks, I haven’t been bothering about a lot of things. And it doesn’t matter, really. I have got to stop struggling internally. I am not going to miss living my life entirely. I want out, I want to be free. My dear, I am coming out.