The world was kind to me today (saturday) for letting me bump into sheevonne, derek and kenneth and enjoyed a slice of cookies and cream cheesecake. For enjoying a good rock music at esplanade waterfront alone letting the too loud volume pierce my ears while drifting to sleep by the river. And bumping into Hari lastly who gave me a friendly hug. He's like a big bear and brother and such a lovely friend!
why do i keep asking people to "please believe me" for about everything i say? why am i suddenly so afraid of not being believed by people? why is all this trust issue being put to myself?
