Sometimes I feel like
I don't have a partner
Sometimes I feel like
My only friend
Is the city I live in
The City of Angels

Coming home to an empty room has to be the worst feeling in the world.

Ok, I can think of a million things that could be worse. Watching someone die. Failing an examination. Being reprimanded by your superior. Having a pimple outbreak while growing incredibly fat. Being made to eat durians and squished bananas. Sometimes, coming home to a room with someone waiting for you could be cruel and unusual punishment in itself. Just ask Mr Lee down the hallway. Someone told me Mrs Lee used to be quite the hottie. Something tells me that was a long, long, LONG time ago.

Anyway, there are times when I actually do wish I had some sort of a companion overseas. Sure, Jiakai, Chih Yang, et al, are just a phone call away. But it's different when you want to confide in them because they've got their girlfriends (yeah, neither's gay, surprise, surprise) and would probably rather confide in them.

So I end up feeling miserably cold and lonely. Having the heater on doesn't help at all, of course. Sometimes what you need is the human touch, that person there to talk nonsense and have a good time with you to make you feel all warm inside, and to take all the stress away.

Damnit, it's the air here in Melbourne. When the heck did I get this mushy? I'm not a gusher. I am emotionless. not a gusher not a gusher not a gusher not a gusher not a gusher not a gusher not a gusher not a gusher not a gusher not a gusher not a gusher not a gusher not a gusher