Sometimes, i really wonder what is the point of celebrating a joyful day or festive season by eating in limbs, legs, head, organs, and meat of others. Well what's the real definition of a joyful day? You wish the world's in harmony and hope that you can pass this day or season joyfully. And on the other hand, you take lives from others to celebrate your peaceful day. Peaceful eh? Try looking at them before they get killed. They'll look at you, struggling, hoping that you can change your fuckin mind; and when they see you walkin away in satisfactory, they become furious and hatred pump into every blood vein of theirs; yet, still helpless under the tight ropes that tie around them. And screaming hysterically, their helpless lives end abruptly.

I was thinking about this when i was eating out with my parents and their friends an hour ago. and so, i did not touch the chicken and the fish.

Detharsis on Father's day.

Found myself a name-detharsis. there's a meaning behind it. try to decipher it. BY the way, first things first. Happy Father's Day. Cheerio. My father's not at home though. So is my mum. She gave me orders to get a cake and a card for my father. Still wondering where to get a nice cake. The card's simple. But the cake does matter. And if i go out and get it, my homework will all be left undone. well, life is full of tough choices, isn't it?

It's already a week since i am back from london. It's fun. Ecspecially the part i received my iPod nano from my sis. hehe. Nope. That's not the point. It's the time being with my sis. And from this trip, i learnt that i hate parting. Parting is difficult. Ecspecially if you are really so connected to him or her in such a realtionship. I hate it when you have to part in such a difficult way-you cannot make the choice to stay or make the person to stay, if only anyone would know what i mean. well, that's that. Went to Times Square today. Watched Runaway Vacation. Nice comedy.