there can be no love without hatred. even if its in the tiniest form.
been having 2 hard pressed non-stop days of 10 hour-filming.
going back on sunday night at 10pm, starting work on monday morning.
sweet. life has never been better.

just made a visit to one of my dear's frens place, and its really nice.
As in, really big and spacious, better than piggy, better than tart's place.
you name it, its better.
unless its one of those dream houses, then dont even bother.

Been having this nagging fatigue at the back of my mind.
maybe its just cause i'm tired.
maybe its cause i'm confused whether the issue in context was about moving.
whether it was a guy or a girl.
whether his overly concern about other girls,
while i sit alone, chuckling to myself (not at the program) but at myself.

its kind of a lonely issue when all you wanted was some more love.
and that seems harder and harder as time goes by.
when that particular person tells you,
thats all he can offer, just because he doesnt feel like changing.


but it wasnt meant to be a change,
i rationalized in my head.
it was meant to be an effort.

seems like they are the same things after all
maybe its just me who dont see it, or dont understand it.

but it makes up for everything, decisions and thoughts alike.
confusion isnt right at this point in time.
that's not i want.
maybe being busy is the best thing to do.

be back soon.
back to civilisation in a few days.
back to true love.

i love you mom.
i really do.

"I'm not your superwoman...I'm not the kind of girl that you can let down,and think that everything is okay...Boy I am only human...This girl needs more than occasional hugsas a token of love from you to me..."