When darkness turns to light, it ends tonight.

" There is no mystery to happiness. Unhappy men are all alike. Some wound they suffered long ago, some wish denied, some blow to pride, some kindling spark of love put out by scorn - or worse, indifference - cleaves to them, or they to it, and so they live each day without a shroud of yesterdays. The happy man does not look back. He doesn't look ahead. He lives in the present."
- Jed Rubenfield, The Interpretation Of Murder

I just finished this book and damn it's sucha fascinating and intriguing read. Time to head down to the library and get my hands on more reads.

Let's go, Portugal and Holland! I hope one of 'em wins Euro 2008. But I don't want to see C.Ronaldo move to Real, not yet anyway. And haven't seen Gerrard in action for so long! ):

Friendships and relationships are so fragile. Remember that friend in primary school who used to sit beside you in class everyday? Or that friend whom you used to go to the canteen to buy Yakult with every recess? What about those people you got to know in the level camps back in secondary school? Still in contact? Nah, I don't think they even qualify as friends. Mere acquaintances maybe. Some may even have forgotten who you are completely. Everyone we knew back then was 'my friend'. But as we grow up, how many of these 'friends' do we actually still keep in touch with, still bother to catch up with and find out what they're doing in their lives right now? I hate to think that those good friends we used to have back when we were young and carefree have become strangers now. I certainly hope the friends around now will remain those that I can still fall back on, look to for advice and comfort, count on whenever needed a few years down the road. Or perhaps university lives will change people, I don't know. Just... thinking.