So perhaps bouts of depression do encourageme to jot down those insignificant thoughts more. Perhaps it is the will to put whatever perspectives I have down on electronic paper, perhaps its all I have left - this semi-witty phrases I scratch out.

Had a tiring day at work today, nothing special, and then dinner in the evening at an italian restaurant near my place called Cafe Oggi. Despite the somewhat dodgy name, the place actually had pretty good food. Very delicious chicken was had, as well as decent desserts. Of course, the company was fair as well, this being a bday dinner for my mom and granduncle. Laughing, snorting and eating. Not to mention wine-drinking. Always good times.

Kamichu is almost done! Woot! More anime to watch!

Sigh, I am a man of regrets u know that? Somebody who cannot, for the life of him, grasp opportunity with the courage needed to blast my mundane life into something much more spicier.

If you wanna know why I lament so, well, these are just thoughts I had after a chance meeting with a girl. In the lift. We chatted a bit about the weather and such. And she was rather cute.

So why didn't I just ask her out for a coffee. WEird looks and disdain are small prices to pay for that one percent chance that she would say yes. It's not like I would ever see her again.

But no. The mind refuses to play. It refuses to take that chance and push forth with new dynamics.

Yesterday afternoon, I went for lunch with Kenneth and his frens. I know Kenneth and another girl, but not the others. Felt a trifle out of place. Couldn't really, no, more like wouldn't really talk much. Tongue-tied for moments, without my usual flair.


And so, ladies n gentlemen of the jury, I am a wuss.


the end.