It’s so nice

to see people fall in love.

Actually to be precise, it’s nice to see people fall in unrequited love.

Not that I’m a sadist or anything.

It just looks so beautiful.

Oh dear.

I really am an insensitive prick.

Ade and Puey made me realise this over Mos Burger mussels this evening.

Sometimes I scare myself

with the dreadful revelation that I don’t love Mum anymore.

…do I? Or not.

I don’t know. It seems like I’ve been talking and laughing more to Pa while getting more short-tempered on Mum because seeing her reminds me of her devotion to Buddhism and all the times she is not at home.

But I know that she always makes an effort to pamper me.

And I feel terrible for treating her like a stranger.

Let me emo for a while.

On Life

It goes on;

And one day, you’re gonna look back and think of it as a trophy of emerging through.

At least that’s what I think.

I have found my new calling that is baseball.

Stalker Senses

So well, I seem to have incredible luck with stalking blogs sometimes. Today I found a mystery, and acting upon my spider stalker senses, solved it.

It is a cheap thrill to the power of n, but extremely thrilling nonetheless. I’m about to explode just wanting to tell someone about it! But I won’t. Not yet. XDDDD