"A person is never as quiet or unrestrained as they seem. Or as good, as bad, as vulnerable, as strong, or as sweet. We are thickly layered, page by page, behind simple covers. And love - it is not the book itself, but the binding. It can either rip us apart or hold us together."
What is it with me, this time round? It's usually half as bad, though the situation twice as bad, due to pathetic means of communication. Oh well. As if I haven't made it known to you, I miss you. Have fun with si S and J ok arab M (i'll never let you forget that nickname!). Meanwhile, I'll just hang around with crabmeat sticks for now. Hahaha. (inside jokes)
It's been some time since I had a holiday trip. =(