Pause.

"...I'll sit on the front porch all night,waist deep in thought because....when i think of you,i don't feel so alone,i don't so alone,i don't feel so alone.As many time as i blink,I'll think of you tonight.I'll think of you tonight..."

Vanilla Twilight-Owl City.

I love love songs.
But I have this habit of not viewing it not as it's should be.
Only sometimes I see them as a song from a lover to another lover but most of the time (well,nowadays) i see them as a friend to a friend.
I think love is like DNA,the basis of it is a person loving another,just like DNA has genetic materials.
But everyone in this world does not have the same DNA,just like love,you don't love this person the same way another person love that person.
You may like this person as a friend but what does another think?
That's why love songs have a different effect on me,i can bend its meaning to anyone intended for it.

Haven't blog in a while,its just that i feel so distracted.If i don't blog for a while and I'm at home,call the ambulance or a psychiatrist cause something might be wrong there.
Mostly up here.

I'll attempt to fill as much as i can in this one post.

After i went to Ikea,a crack appeared on my father's car and he thinks we,my brother and I did it.I'm like defensive and all because i know we didn't and couldn't crack it even if we wanted to.
Firstly,the crack was on the front mirror,how the hell did we did that if the box never even got close to it(well,close enough to crack)?

Secondly,the box was bloody heavy,even two people had to struggle to carry it inside,how the hell did we lift it high enough(without noticing) the crack?

Thirdly,the point of fracture was circular and small,how the fuck does a box can make a circular fracture point? Its square and large.Don't forget heavy.It should have shatter the fucking mirror to bits if it hit it,not a tiny crack.

Always fight if you are right,you may lose,don't get me wrong,sometimes the truth don't win,but you will have peace of mind that you were not wrong and fought for it.


On the same day,i saw this show on Discovery Channel about a man who had a sky diving accident and got stuck in the ocean.At night,he was struggling to stay afloat and he saw this thing from afar and thought it was a salt water alligator.He tried to swim but the thing got close and turns out it was a log.A log.In the middle of the ocean.
Sometimes God doesn't give us what we want,but what we need.That man wanted a search party but got a log.He didn't want it but need it to stay afloat.
To survive.

I wanted to survive alone on this earth but God gave me instead an imaginary friend.At first i was like "Why?",but as i read my old diary (i'll blog about that later),i realized that it was perfect for me,for somebody who thought his imagination to run wild,to have such a friend cause only i can make him real friend by belief which i needed the most then.

So remember,God has a plan for all of us with everything He gives,so don't see the mirror as cracked,see it as not shattered entirely.Then you will see His grand plan.

Love,
Hiccup