Sunday.

It was to be a great day, yet for the second time. There's nothing I looked forward to. My usual interests are lost. I'm worrying for you.

Foolish me, what's there to be worried about?

I'm only to turn to studies to pass my day, and today is no exception. Except for the venue.

Superbowl Macdonalds, Taman Jurong.

It's for me to decide what happens to myself. Yet it's for you and me to decide what happens to us.

I've decided. Have you?

It's still too early to set the colour of my heart today, but I'm running out of black hearts. Yet many whites are there, yearning to be dropped into the container. My hearts cries out, yet reality holds me back. Restrained.

This blog sure is depressing.

But these are my words, my thoughts.