A taste of life's bitter-sweet that melts in mouth and enslaves your tongue. You charge forward with your heart till the metal strings heave you back to a silent hault, the very moment when angels whisper into your ears. Your heart sails into the sunset, where red and shades of blue clash into a disastrous wonderful till you realise that it's as far as the ship is going to sail. Just when you begin to feel like change is a constant, you find that nothing has changed but your non-existence - because change is not sparked by you.

It's a hideous kind of love that returns to bite you in the ass.

I'm really glad that we met and the very warmth that is rushing through my soul is burning me to ashes.

Ong has this friend who has the humility and decency to proclaim that "people from mixed schools are farked up people". Seriously. Some people should look take a proper look at the kind of people they turned out to be.