i've read somewhere about God giving us two boxes, one black and the other gold to contain our sorrows & happiness respectively. the moral of the story was 'let go of your sorrows and start counting your blessings.'

however, there's a slight problem there; how am i possibly going to count my blessings each day? how am i going to count the number of kindness acts that people had done towards me? i'll never be able to.

i want to shout thank you to tan jun hao. he waited for me till band was over and that was like 8.30? so that he could have dinner with me & walk me to the MRT station.
i swear last time, i would have been pissed that he made me wait for his games to finish & why he didn't send me home. but to make me realise that he has done SO MUCH for me makes me more than just contented. he made me feel loved. not only by him, but by his friends too. i swear these people, namely shawn, damien and yusong had totally turned my bad mood upside down after band.
i seriously don't mind the fact that enoch hasn't get me anything at all. flowers? i think whatever that he had done for me worth more than a million flowers.

enoch: i know! yinkwan likes roses.
me: no. yinkwan likes sunflowers. just that roses means more; *goes on ranting about number of roses vs. their meanings
enoch: then what does 12 roses represent?
me: eh shit. i can't remember. >.<
enoch: i know. 12 roses means YINKWAN LOVES ME.

:D

shit. being in love is really a nice feeling. being loved feels better.
loves & loved. (: