people have told me i have morbid thoughts. But I never thought my thoughts were morbid until they said so..
I think about death a lot. Not really on what happens after you die, but what goes through the minds of loved ones when someone dies. I think the sadness would enrich you, and open up dimensions of your sentiment that you've never experienced before. little events may happen along the way that open you up more and more, but nothing hurts as bad as the realisation of a sudden and permanent loss. loss which is more often than not accompanied by regret...At not having said the last goodbyes, or i love yous, or even I hate you but I forgive you. Just not being able to rectify a mistake...the fact that any future opportunity to do so has been extinguished...

A consolation for people who believe in it is that their loved ones have left for a better place...heaven...a place more for the living than the dead...

I guess it is the same when you break up with someone you really really loved. You can make yourself feel better by imagining him in a happier place. At least he is happy...

pinot noir blended with a petite syrah. To make a full, happy wine.

I'm glad i'm going home. I need to hug a slow loris and tell him everything's fine and believe it cos he's right there next to me.

Does it really lie in my genes? No. I refuse..

or maybe i was before but the moment is gone...and i'll forever be one wild goose.

horrifying! ='(