In a knot

Something about reading someone else's blog that's so interesting.
Partly because you know the ones who are writing it.
Some of them I find, very fascinating.
The people I mean, and their thoughts.

How is it that some people just appear to be more intriguing than others.
In a way that you just want to find out more and more about them.
Why is that? Why are you drawn to them?

I constantly find myself asking "Why?"
I wish I could stop.
Then again, I wish on a lot of things.

Like how I wish I could fly.
Well not alone. With someone. Someone I cared about.
Just fly away into another life.
Sounds so liberating, and free.
Mmm. Peaceful.

It's odd. The feeling of wishing that you were someone else is so common isn't it.
But then it doesn't seem viable.
It Never happens. Because in the end you'll still be You.

I don't think I was made to write. Never was.
I wish I was. But I'm just not.
Should I stop trying to be something that I'm not then.
Probably.

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I think I'd die without banana leaf rice, chicken rice, nasi lemak, dim sum, beef/pork ball noodles, char kuey teow and kangkung belacan (just to name a few). Haha. All those carbs. I reckon I'm a carb addict. Which is a very bad thing. I wish I was a health food freak sometimes.