today

Happy Birthday, stranger! :)

oxymoron

Happy. You know, that smile of satisfaction from work, the end of a long week and the start of a good friday of chilling and a short but sweet weekend to rest. And that familiar melodramatic feel swoops in, to temper my joyous mood, that long lost feeling of missing someone, that stranger who ceases to exist in my life anymore.I'm just happy that I have people around me to keep me sane and people around me who knows me to bits.

I know I'm crazy. But, after that brief melodramatic feeling, the knowledge that I'm still in control, that the fleeting feeling will probably pass by after that sensitive date, everything seems to be well again.

I'm fine. The drinking session later will sober me up further. For I'm enjoying a yuppie's life. And putting the past behind me, really soon...(sneak attacks like this occur once in a blue moon, and may just increase in frequency for that few more days.)