i don't like the feeling of being insecure. but i can't help it but keep having the feeling after the trip from malaysia. i don't want to write it down. but less think about it. things are going on like a roller coaster. it can go high up in the sky. or as long as the bed of the sea.

it had been a boring yet eventful sunday. i woke up in the morning, then we had to pray our ancestors and everything only calmed down a few hours ago. ah boy is working night shift. it had been ages since he is working night shift. ya. his leave ends today.

i miss the weekends where the house is quiet and the family would be slacking in their own rooms.

For the memory of love is sweet, though the love itself were in vain. And what I have lost of pleasure, assuage what I find of pain.-- Lyster