love is a game.
n i'm playing the field now.
to wat consequences i do not noe.

they say its easier to be loved than to love.

in a couple of hrs, i wld hv been single for exactly a mth.
its a bitter-sweet experience.
i need not elaborate on the bitterness of being forsaken.
but the sweetness came in me realizing another form of love - friendship n kinship.



"i'm still holding on to my balloon. coz if i let It go, i noe i wun be happy.
but being able to fly freely n soar higher than It has ever gone wld make It happy.
i wan It to be happy. coz It did make me happy while it lasted.
but "let go" is an easy wrd to say but a difficult wrd to do." - the joy.





i saw shooting stars last night. a pair of them.
so fast. so bright. n oh-so-pretty.
i doubt it was a hallucination.
one bus stop down, those same stars muz hv flew past u too..