Think (As Of 1.15 am)

Lets get something out of the way. I get teary-eyed easily. And I mean very easily. And that's probably why I don't handle confrontations that well. Last one just consisted of me keeping my mouth ziplocked and staring at the floor.

It's not like I'm feminine or anything. You could say that I'm more sensitive than the average dude, whatever. I guess if I could be different, I'd choose to be so.

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1 Litre Of Tears is actually quite good. First 3 episodes out of the way, I can kinda figure out where things'll end up at the end. Sad, yes.

Which got me to thinking how lucky I am with my life. No serious problems. That's not to say that I can't relate to what they're feeling in the show. I can. I've kinda been through what they have / will.

I have no idea where I'm going with this. I'm typing this as it goes, making no sense.

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Do you believe in fate?

I don't know if I do. I think I'm more of the "you are what you make of yourself" kinda guy. Unless something freaky happens, I like the notion of having control of my own life.

I don't mean to sound selfish.

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I miss falling in love. Being in love. Loving. Warm weather. And uncapped internet.

I find myself noticing pretty girls, and wondering whether we'd get along. I am starting to creep myself out.

I really wish. I had something to write about now.

Choreographing your own dance is not easy.

4 hours of sleep can befuddle your brain. I really should blog more often.

~ Neal