I think people are missing me. Oh well, it's not that I deliberately ignore my blog. You know, I've been busy with lots of things on my plate -- shopping for instance. And to all, I love you ya'll no matter what. If you're an Israeli or better yet an American or worst still, Pinoys of the third world. I don't care. Fuck it.

Most people don't like being alone. It's either they are scared of the very idea, or are embarrassed by the thought of it. I am not most people.

What's wrong about being alone?
I don't know for you people, but when I am alone - say, walking or waiting or just plain alone somewhere - I feel very independent. It's not uncomfortable for me. In fact, I take it as a sign of self-security. You may call me a loner or a freak but I couldn't care less. Or maybe I just really don't care about what other people think. Because heck, I know I never did... nor ever will.

P/S: I bought a skinny jean, a classy light pink pant, a converse bag, got my mobile phone repaired blah blah blah. Goodness, signed a S$300 bill.

Peace and blessings