I've two parts to my current post : lighthearted and not-so.

Well, me and my sister were just talking about church, and i was thinking about my church class.
Isn't it queer that despite moving in similar social circles, i don't talk to and can't stand you?
Perhaps it is just a first impression.
It's strange how i respect yet don't understand you. I hate thinking about things like that, it makes me feel as though i over-think and complicate things. I think i'm too opinionated by far.

And then i read chyihui's xanga about friends. Made me think- do you really have a friend out there you can spill your deepest darkest secrets to? You read about such people all the time in books- where they have that friend they can entrust secrets with and be sure they don't get revealed. But here in Singapore, such friends are so unoften; maybe its me. And i'm really glad i still keep in touch with chiyhui (you. yes, you.) and i agree how it seems you don't really know how to cherish someone till their gone.
I think one diamond's more valuable then fifty semi-precious stones.

Of course people are generally serious when they emo, but looking like a dog doesn't make you a dog.