sometimes i do feel like i'm deluded by everything nice and dandy.
and it's not a matter of whether i'm a perfectionist or not.
like the saying goes; the grass is always greener on the other side.
MY other side consists of dreams.
perfect dreams which always makes me feel happy.
no, i'm not thinking of clouds and cotton candy happy but i'm sure you get my drift.
oh hell, it's that warm fuzzy feeling that one gets when one is contented.
on the other hand, clouds and cotton candy makes me happy too.
but that's besides the point here.
come to think of it, i've been slapped back into this harsh reality too many times.
this world we live in is like a horror movie.
only worse - it's fucking real damn it.
what more with the escape of mas selamat?
that's real too, by the way.
and no, i'm not about to rant about singapore's security.
(ooh yes which reminds me, my mum had a radical idea of bomohs forming a clan of their own in search for that guy.)
where was i again?
that's it. i'm too lost to even continue.