The House is about to breakdown.

The million dollar question:
'How can you argue with a person who is technically not yours?'

I have zero idea.

All I can do now is start putting fine lines in each marble tile in Gateway. Lines that defy the meeting of two impossible people, people who cannot be determined by Physics nor Anatomy, people who cannot be determined by Math, nor any genius could ever define. All I know now is that I'm in a mess.

I do not know what magic it is that Cupid curses upon people that makes us sobrang vulnerable when we get struck by l-o-v-e. Isang smile lang kahit walang sorry-sorry okay na kayo ulit. Give you a piece of bracelet from his territory then you get back to square one, the part where you are head over heels in love with that person. Ho god I'm so gonna die na soon...

I hate this. I wish I could blame somebody, pero wala eh. Well, except me. Have to blame myself. I wish I could just die tomorrow and re-live next year.

Ho man...please come on over.