playing defeat.
the past week taught me that happy endings, contrary to my very timid realist outlook on life, do happen. and that even though we shouldn’t come to a point of demanding them to happen, we ought not to give up on the notion completely either. some things can be fought for. except, there are deeper, more worrying roots to this ‘ending’ than can be said.
i want to eat (chocolate coated chocolate) mudpie.
i never take compulsive guilt trips.
a moz quixote 
hahah yes he hasn’t cut it since i last brought him to a salon ! that would be something like a week before i went to brunei.