Eating out of a big black box minutes before the place closes down for the day has its perks. You can pick any seat, and you get your refills very quickly! The thing is, most of the staff members stare at you while you're stuffing bean sprouts down your throat. Nevertheless, it was fun.

As fun as commuting at night! Haha Trinoma trips in two successive nights! All for a pair of green rubber goodies. :D

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Yes we shatter when something ends. But all there is to do is to pick up the pieces and put yourself back together. And brace yourself for the next impact. Or hope to pick up where you left off. Whichever the case is, we have to dream for something better. Not to be disappointed when we don't get what we want, but to keep ourselves alive. To keep up from withering from the inside.

If we look hard enough. There's always something that will keep us going on. That's why we have to clean up after a mess--for our view not to be occluded.

I loved you. I love you still. And I will always. But the thing we have eats us up instead of building us up to something greater, instead of preparing us for a good future. So I have to let go. And I hope that in time you'll learn, too. For your sake. For ours.