finally, a day out out of the north east area with u. it's not even a day. it's a quarter of a day. no, it's only few hours. but that few hours of dinner was more than enough for me, though i would like it to be blame-free.
today is my turn to be blaming u for everything. from that petrol-less car my father left me to sending you home. somehow our roles have switched today? normally it would be you who'd be blaming me for everything. =x
but i still felt sorry. i hate it when i know i'm not treating u with the best attitude. though there's still that tiny bit of joy happiness and content in me to know that u're there for me to show who i really am. someone who knows everything about how i 'operate', my every single tiny action and expression.
i'm glad that i have ur half-full glass of water to fill my half-empty glass.
