cushions. wat a nice sounding name to a word. cushion! *cush cush. it sounds like something soft and cushy. i like the word. and i like what it does for me too. i have many many cushions at home. some big, some small. some in the living room, some in the bedroom. some lying around (when i forget to bring it back to where it originates) some are dirty, some are clean. some are square. actually all are square except for one sheep! they come in differnt colours too.

cushs when the floor is hard. cushs to make the place look more cushy. cushs to shield (when i am dressed inappropiately and there are surprise visitors at my place). *cushs when i feel like i need a hug. i use them sometimes to cry on. i use them sometimes when i feel lonely. so sometimes friends are like cushions! someone once said that if you can have at least 3 people that you can share heart to heart with in your life. you are blessed with good friends. i am more than blessed. because i can think of more than 3 'cushions'

at this moment, i am thinking why i am talking about this on my blog. so i going to do some intrapersonal reflection now in different aspect. evaluations!

how i am feeling: relax, slightly bored, abit searching, abit restless, abit ..? haha unsure i guess
what i am doing: listening to ken hirai, blogging, converting oxygen to CO2, sitting on the floor leaning against the sofa, i am activating brain cells
what i am thinking about: i am wishing that i can be -----, i am wondering why i am so easily ----------, also why i am not -------.


so maybe what i blog about on cushions is not exactly what i am thinking about. so i use it as a form of distraction, a counter alternative, a possible way of looking at a matter, talk about a matter in a direct way, or many many other possible reasons.

but i guess the reason this time is that i do not want to write about what i am thinking about. haha.. so find something else to write about lo. but of course sometimes, the things that i write are true. its not always a smoke bomb.

everyone have to find ways to deal with their own quirks. with their own whimsy. this is one of my way i guess.