oh man. It had been nearly 1 month since i've updated. Nvm.
This is a self-read blog.

Yesterday had a horrible afternoon. With stomach cramps from gastric/ache/food poisoning or whatsoever. I had to call off work and 'return' back yesterday today.

I've came to realise yesterday.... no, i dont know why too, but i just realise it.
That someone actually ask about my well-being more than someone who ought to be.
There's this weird feeling up there.
Someone is actually more anxious compared to someone who ought to be.

Weird. Period.

Read from the papers some day ago. About something: to be in love is to be in want.
'eros': ancient greek: the word for romantic love. And they say that ''eros is an intoxicating mixture of anguish and joy''
So how do one actually be in love for the so-many-years?
To be in love is to be in want.
If one's want is satisfied, would the love subsides?