i'm starting to think maybe God must hate me..
when i asked for inspiration, i didn't seem to get any.
and when inspiration comes i have no paper and pen with me or my camera has no memory card.
sometimes i feel he's got a sick sense of humour.. a sick sense of humour.

i hate being grown up. i hate doing fyp. i hate that we are so driven by money. i hate that girls are skinny. i hate that life is so complicated, although that's what makes it interesting. i hate that i oversleep these days. i hate the hot weather. i hate being a shopaholic. i hate smokers.
but i love my life and the people that have been a part of it very much.

anyway.. i was listening to mr jay chou today. aw.. all the lovey dovey songs..
cannot open mouth. black humour. silence. blah blah.. bittersweet.