laila.

Same old lonely me, aha. Tonights topic probably would still gonna be the same as what I always used to be talked, senseless ones to be sure. If the last time I talked about how much I seem to love my idols, today I'm gonna talking in a more humanity way, you name it.

In my house, whether it’s morning, noon, or evening, you can always hear someone singing these lines: “ah such glorious, shining sun!” That, is my father’s song!  One morning when I woke up, I heard an enchanting melody and noticed an overwhelmingly stinky odor! I looked to the left, looked to the right, oh my gosh, my father was singing even while sitting on the toilet, unbelievable! See, that’s how much my father loves to sing!

This thought in a one heat and calm night came. Some says, true love is about an appreciation. No need to follow your ego. Just watch your beloved one from a far, perhaps get to know them if possible and the rest depends on us, on how you'd brought it. But here I'm, when my beloved one were worlds away, he didn't even acknowledge my existence, sad isn't it? How is it possible for him to know me if we've never met before, not that I didn't attempted to but everything just seems impossible for me, so why I bother to give it a try? Waste of time. I'm sure that love is about sacrife to others, but hey if I did then I must be imbecile.