i want to have a crazy story i tell. something right out of a book or movie. something unbelievable, unique and just insane. but where can you find that? everyone's so cautious, so wary, so suspicious. i'm guilty of that. no one dares to take that leap of faith anymore. no more random meetings. coincidental moments. everything has to follow a certain channel. a classmate, a coursemate, a schoolmate, a workmate, a friend of a friend. no random strangers. its claustrophic really. claustrophobic in how i feel suffocated and stifled, in how your whole world ends up so clustery and similar.

we've all stopped breaking out of our moulds and fixed patterns. why? because its comforting? but that doesn't explain a permanent fixation with that kind of lifestyle. you seek comfort when you're tired or hurt or want some peace. i would call it laziness, stubborness and close-mindedness.

i hate the obnoxious way some people look at others. just because they are of a different upbringing, race or whatever it may be. does not immediately make them inferior. there are so many things i find inferior in myself as compared to others. shrugs.

haha. i want to do the crazy (: