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Changes in people when people change.

1. That familiar face looks absurdly strange. It feel as if you've seen him/her somewhere before, just that you don't really want to ask "Hey, have I seen you before?"

2. His/Her blog feels like a pornographic site. Something that you know that you are not supposed to be looking at, but just WANT to and DESIRE to see/read.

3. Food doesn't look too appetising at times. Okay, most of the time.

4. Colors look boring and dull. Even that hot pink tube. =(

5. When you pass by a place that was a memoriable spot, you tend to go, "You know, this was the place that we first -insert clever act-."

6. You feel there's something wrong in anything. Even if it's right.

7. The sun shines and you know you should wake up, but you just want to stay in bed till the sun sets.

All you know, is that there is a cloud up in your head that doesn't disperse.

Mis-matched intentions and execution.

Once upon a time, there was a chef. His upbringing was humble one and he was always thinking of how to help people, to teach them the way of appreciating food.

"How great would it be to feed people with good food and they'll learn how to appreciate food!" He thought.

And so he did.

He whipped up dishes of various cuisines, and set up his stall at a busy street, 6 in the morning. He waited for the time that people to pass by the street to get to work, in hopes that they will pick up a portion of the dish to eat on their way there.

Well, not too many people did. Most of them were skeptical about the food, others were simply rushing to work. He got rather... upset. "Why aren't people eating my food? I must help them!"

A passerby walked by. He picked up a portion of his award-winning Irish Stew, and gave it to the passerby. The kind passerby took a bite and commented on the dish. Seeing such a response, he gave the passerby another portion of his favourite Chicken Pie. The passerby gave a smile, ate and commented on it. It went on, and on. Until the 5th portion of his Italian pizza...

"Sir, try this. This is the authentic Italian pizza, with the thinnest crust possible. The toppings are..." He explained.

"I'm sorry, but I think I should get going now." The passerby interrupted.

"Nono, try this first, really, you won't get another chance already." He insisted.

"No sir, I know you're being nice, but this is not the right way to do things. Forcing things upon people will not achieve your purpose, and in fact, counteract it. Your intentions are good, but your execution is a mistake that will only destroy any good that you are trying to bring across. You see, by feeding me food, you have taught me to appreciate the food. But by stuffing me food, you gave me pressure and stress that was unnecessary in the first place. I could have tried it another time or something.

Your intentions were good, but your execution is mismatching.