Story's narrator.

We all should pick it up cause we will all die some day.

Recovery sleep once again today from the really late bed timings I had, on previous days. A quick dinner with finally the end of the last episode of Heroes. Clearly a good plot, directed fairly well, fidles' mind and feelings with the message of importance, of family and "Love." It is funny how in this tangled and twised sick world, spinning out of control still has the ability distingushing Love. As the past in written on stone and the future written on sand with currents from the sea potentially and patiently waiting to surf and erase. Quickly today ends, with thoughts of a new week that awaits ahead, second last week to the end of my first semester. Yays of sighs - my words speak.

Previously (11aug07)

• Met up, the occasional early Sin Yee and I. Together with other classmates for a day's hang out in addition, to catch a movie - Rush Hour 3. Relatively alright moive with good amount of jokes constantly however, the storyline wasnt as good with more or less repeated moves and use of props, length of the show speaks well of its title ~ rush hour. Before the movie, a visit to topshop with Sin Yee and Jess, came along Eugene, Azura and one lost and late boy, Kenny. All in all, with the reminder of Me being bad in Mandarin, an attempt to read a bedtime story and a walk through childhood memories in the kids section of Taka building. After the movie, the unsightly looks of people dressed up for Cosplay. How people try too hard to remain looking good and sane while others seek for many more reasons to turn heads and speak of insanity. Buys of a girl at the flea market next to Cine who qiuckly fell into a shopping spree with giving me no chance to save her dollars she could have with a little more charm time from me. Soon after, departure from them and I. So to the meeting of another bunch.


• Caught up with a bunch, with our draggy moments of waiting but entertaining moments displaces them overtime. Dinner and after chills were fairly good with much laughter by poking fun at each other every other tick to a minute. Suprise meeting out of the midst with my ex baby, how we showed each other our misses. What a love story within the whole night's situation which promoted curious thoughts and judgements from others. Crazy as it is to the audiences who watched with jaw drop reactions of how one love awaits and the other dampens. How feelings of others are fidled in pure awarness but ignorance presist. "Absolute power" we behold to change , I reckon from my reflection journal, but we fail to use these power wisely yet at the expense of others - a sad story which left me alone in the past again. But the chill out carried on , for more walks, chats, cash spending and a bet over a football match - on Liverpool. Was a good but could have been a more fulfilling hang out but it wouldnt have been more dramatic so far. Thus, a head home by a money wasting transport none other by, cab.

Love is like death.

Dying's as easy as dying can be hard.