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dailies.

A long pause. She looked up through her curtain of dark hair, focusing on nothing.

"There is no black or white." She said quietly. He had to strain his ears to pick up her words. "There is no good or bad. Everything in this physical world is a hybrid of greys and mosiacs. I've lost faith and hope in this place. What has it got to offer me? The best bet the world's got is in its people: And even these have evolved to something so unrecognizable, so different; something that leaves much to be desired."

Silence greeted the end of her speech. Eyebrows meeting in the middle of his forehead in a frown, he cocked his head to the side, staring long and hard at her.

"Why are you so cynical?" His question came out in a rush.

Another long pause. She took a slow drag on her cigarette, perhaps contemplating how to summarize her thoughts without having to prolong the pointless yet (though she couldn't quite figure out why herself) fulfilling conversation. She blew out a stream of blue-grey smoke that wisped around his face.

"Circumstances." She said, stubbing out her butt.

I've been listening to alot of oldschool music from the likes of Finch, The Julianna Theory, AFI... It's amazing how a certain song or tune can bring back a whole barrage of memories and give you sense of.. Deja Vu?

This week could have been more productive. But I spent the rest of the week just slothing around, maxing out my savings on clothes and food and watching Vampire Dairies' series. Which isn't doing great for my health.

Lunch with Wendy tomorrow! Miss that Chubby Face so much. ♥

posted by PohYing @ 1:24 AM