Last night, Michael, Sean and I went to Hudson golf cause we were bored and stayed there for approximately an hour because it closed at 9pm. I scarred those two by wearing shorts. My sincere apologies. Lawl. My attempt at hitting the ball was rather pathetic but I blame it on the club; so freaking short. I can't tell the difference between a good or bad shot; every time I thought it was good, it turns out that it was bad and when I thought it was just average, it turns out that it was a nice shot o_ o

Afterwards, we went to Pumpkin and Sean was trying to figure out my password, but failed too many times which meant I had to enter the PUK code, which I didn't have with me. So for the rest of the night, my phone was unavailable. I used that against him the whole night : )

After our drinks and a few chats, Michael felt like going home so we dropped him off and went to Tasker Park where we had our D&Ms for a few hours. It's good to have fresh air once in a while and to have someone to talk to; someone who'll listen to you and give you advice; someone who understands.

Sometimes it's good to start afresh but you just can't help but miss the past. Those that sincerely care about you are the ones that will wait, no matter how long that is, for you to return. They're the ones who, no matter how tough they once were, shed tears for you when you have to leave. When people get angry at you, why do they refer to the past? The past should be forgotten; that's why there's a present and a future.

Why are people so stupid that they never learn anything until they make mistakes? And why do we need someone to fail before us, in order to realise how much pain it will cause, before we try and do better than them? Why is it so hard to open up to someone unless they open up to us first? You know when you adore someone when, even though they left you and caused you pain, you can't seem to dispose of their photos. You keep it with you just to see their face when you miss them.

Why is it that, even though we love our friends and family in particular, we can't help but act like complete dickheads to them at times? And unsurprisingly, once they're gone, it's then that we realise our wrongdoings, and want to treat them properly; the way they deserve to be treated. There's so many questions in relation to life that cannot be answered successfully. The day all these questions can be answered, is when we'll never bother seeking anymore, never bother trying and hence get nowhere. So I guess all these questions are left unanswered for a good, and somewhat beneficial reason.

Someone stole my calendar; it's missing. x]