i cried not because the kid was screaming like crazy but i cried when i raise my volume to my mum. i dont know why but it's just started to roll down. sometime i think, was that if i had done enough in this life. like bringing laughters to friends , showing filial piety to my parents. enough, so that i would move on in life. by move on, it might be death. sometime i really wonder.

awhile back, i changed to my old phone and i saw pictures of her. i meant a lot! it brings back lots of memories. memories that are so sweet that she was still here along.


i'm thinking, would someone miss another person till a extend that they become insane? and create an alternate reality of the person itself. then i realise, actually they are such cases, but they aint insane. sometime, they just couldnt find the comfort others could give. example would be a guy marrying his pillow and bringing it to theme park and co. was it that he was insane? i believe everyone would say so. but who are they to really to judge him? who are there to experience what he had gone through. no one did, so everyone was just making assumption. deep down. everyone just wants to feel loved.

i heard of another case whereby a guy stayed at his home for 15years! he went out just to buy games, hardwares and food. the news said that because of his lack of contract with the cruel reality, many times he was lied to and played with. how many times would someone able to withstand such stuffs. then i realise, everyone have their own stories to tell.
what you're able to see at the surface doesnt mean what they're really feeling.