I just reach home from a movie trip, "balls of fury". Very funny, 3/5 thou, for the crappy actors. Then during the previews, there are a few shows that really caught me. Like "stardust". Shall watch it when it's out.

As I'm walking home, I kept thinking about something. Something called LOVE. But it seems like I couldn't figure it out. Did I ever really love someone before? If I did, how did it feel like? Why don't I remember anything? Is it because I'm holding back too much, that I don't really fell in love before? I wonder why I'm thinking so much about this nowadays. Maybe it's cos' your reappearance into my life. Bet you wouldn't know how I feel.

My memory is failing me. So I got myself a little cute pink notebook. Ok it's pink and purple. Sounds damn gay but it's cute. And I got a weird click-pen to go with it. It's black. So that I'll not forget too much things from now on.

I wish you cared. I'm still waiting for that phone call you promised.