Perfectly awful. Blissfully depressing.

Juju is staying at her grandpa's place tonight just so we can chat. Too sweet. I'm wondering, how many people actually look at this blog? (Should get one of those visiter counters). It's been a night of looking at people's blogs and friendster pages which I usually just don't do so much. Not with the blogs anyway. And of course I have my faithful companion to accompany me in this rampaging of others' personal space. What will I do when she is gone?

Life alters things into such irony that once you've just begun to realize its strange twist, there's something new to figure out. Take something as simple as falling for a person. You could be the most appealing person to the opposite sex for that matter but when it comes down to that one solitary being that you truly want to be with, he/she just doesn't seem to see you in that same light.

Or how after you've grown so close to someone, they have to leave under circumstances beyond your control.

Ironic isn't it? How life could take you up so high at one moment, then bring you down so hard at the next.

I stumbled upon a very very interesting blog/fs while 'surfing' through personal spaces tonight but perhaps it would be rather intrusive for me to link it up here seeing as how it does not belong to me. Maybe someday I'll get the chance to paste it up. It is really an interesting story of her life and all that she had to go through as a Foochow woman born in the earlier times.

But looking through all these random blogs and friendster pages has taught me a few things about myself and that is:

1. I am a stalker.

2. Curiosity spreads and kills.

3. I am a stalker.

4. Yes, I am a stalker.

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Went out with Matty and friends the other day. Managed to catch a late movie of 'Shrek the Third' at Riverside because Star was completely sold out. Juju and my sister tagged along too. Wasn't all too bad an outing I suppose. Movie was good. Do not regret catching it a half hour late either. The movie was worth it. It only lasted for about an hour and a half in total. Headed for bowling afterwards. So, I'm kinda regretting tagging along for that last bit seeing as how they totally wiped the bowling lanes dry with me. (I was reaaalllyy awful). Okay, regretting just a little bit ;p

But... ten rounds later, it was sadly time for home. We went our separate ways, said our goodbyes (okay, it was actually more of like a pathetic nod from one friend to another accompanied by a 'uhh.. yeah. so, bye.' but you get the point ;p) and then Juju, my sister and I headed over to the hotel (you know, that hotel next to Parkson that I can't remember the name of).

After an oh-so-long crappy argument on whether the white stuff under the rocks in those pond-like structures in the lobby was really carpet or sand, we went on a 'ride' on the hotel lifts.

Perhaps it was just another ending to a perfectly awful Sunday. God helps me through it. Where would I be without Him, right? =)

Yeah, getting there.

--wake up, wake up so I can tell you that I'm ready..