Today passed by without much conversations and I feel (awkwardly) cleansed. Maybe we do need loneliness, not just being alone, once in awhile, to accompany ourselves.

I sighed to see the crowded bus stop at 21:30. After wandering around for awhile, I eavesdropped an uncle whining about how he has been waiting for (Bus 27) for almost an hour. Presuming Mr. 27 wouldn't keep us waiting for any longer, I indulged myself in taking, what I would like to believe to be, artistic photographs.

Weariness bogged me down especially when I'm apparently not catching any nice shots (Ok, I'm not in any inclination towards photographing). So I boarded Bus 15, which came just in time, instead.

The Bus 15 tore through the sluggish atmosphere so furiously that my wobbly butt hardly stayed still on the seat. My stomach, on the contrary, was shrieking with excitement over my nearing dinner.

"Love comes when manipulation stops; when one thinks of the partner rather than his or her reactions."