You wish that night never happened. I forgot what the title of the show was, it was a real horror. I swear. My face was buried under the clasp of my two palms all the time, i felt like a real chicken. Not the chicken in the chicken rice, but the chicken as in, a coward. But heyyyy, so what if im one? Does it kill to be one? All i did was whimper, shriek, scream, groan (what else?) And i stuck to estie like a lump of molten dough.

I met the person whom i wanna met today. Awwwwww, finally after ages, minutes, hours, months, years (stop counting the time can? its uncountable)

So, i think tt love is blind. Soooo, stop reasoning tt love is not blind <- (to the people whom thinks tt love isnt blind) If love isnt blind, why do people tend to lose & indulge themselves fully to their love affairs? Partly, its cos love is blind, people gets blind when they're in love. They dont see the need & importance of any other things/person when they've someone to love & care for. They dont see the negative side of this someone, (even if they do see, im sure they'll for-go it) all their mind's full of is just this special someone. Just this one person, and tt's all. Tts my perspective though.

Anw, lets not make things difficult & complicated okay/ stick to the rule, love is BLIND.