I hate cupcakes. Unless they're made out of dark chocolate, I will forever despise the sugar icing that tops it. I only like how it looks- but at the end of the day, no matter how beautifully done they are, they're all the same; sweet.

I talked to Antony earlier, to invite him over for the barbecue tomorrow. It's been a while since we last talked, and I miss him. A hell of a lot, from what I just realized. Thinking back, both of us were really on the same page back then. Yes, I would've probably admitted that I hated him with a passion, but in all honesty, he was one of the best friends I've made over the years. Cheeky, witty, wild- that was him. And he never once failed in his attempts to either hurt you physically or mentally, or to make you feel that you're actually worth it. He's the sort of person who'd honestly give you that time of day, even though he looks uninterested. But one knows, between the silence that we share, that there's an understanding he'd created, just by looking at you. And I truly am thankful that I met a person like him, because somehow, he taught me what to expect from the real world. How people won't always be good to you. How people won't always accept you. How they'd hate you and taunt you, and that one had to stand up for one's self if he wants to go anywhere. Yeah, that big jerk taught me that, somehow. Because we never did agree on one thing. But at the end of the day, I think both of us knew that we were fighting for the same thing; glue.

I won't enlighten you, because it's pretty much an inside joke. But one would really wonder how that piece of ass taught me a life skill, a portion that is embedded within me right this minute. Ah, I miss those foreigners.

Just fyi, for ex-eunosians or classmate of Antony; he's in Indonesia now, studying. So I really got a bit paiseh-ed when he rejected my offer for tomorrow's gig. I'm gonna laugh and heave a sigh now.

I love this image.

I hate cupcakes. Unless they're made out of dark chocolate, I will forever despise the sugar icing that tops it. I only like how it looks- but at the end of the day, no matter how beautifully done they are, they're all the same; sweet.

I talked to Antony earlier, to invite him over for the barbecue tomorrow. It's been a while since we last talked, and I miss him. A hell of a lot, from what I just realized. Thinking back, both of us were really on the same page back then. Yes, I would've probably admitted that I hated him with a passion, but in all honesty, he was one of the best friends I've made over the years. Cheeky, witty, wild- that was him. And he never once failed in his attempts to either hurt you physically or mentally, or to make you feel that you're actually worth it. He's the sort of person who'd honestly give you that time of day, even though he looks uninterested. But one knows, between the silence that we share, that there's an understanding he'd created, just by looking at you. And I truly am thankful that I met a person like him, because somehow, he taught me what to expect from the real world. How people won't always be good to you. How people won't always accept you. How they'd hate you and taunt you, and that one had to stand up for one's self if he wants to go anywhere. Yeah, that big jerk taught me that, somehow. Because we never did agree on one thing. But at the end of the day, I think both of us knew that we were fighting for the same thing; glue.

I won't enlighten you, because it's pretty much an inside joke. But one would really wonder how that piece of ass taught me a life skill, a portion that is embedded within me right this minute. Ah, I miss those foreigners.

Just fyi, for ex-eunosians or classmate of Antony; he's in Indonesia now, studying. So I really got a bit paiseh-ed when he rejected my offer for tomorrow's gig. I'm gonna laugh and heave a sigh now.

I love this image.