Dear Diary

This week, mom and dad are in Sekinchan. It feels great to see them all spruced up for an adventure. The house seems empty though. There's a sad feeling to it although I'm floating around in Cheras. I need someone to talk to, someone close but not that close, someone who doesn't know too many of my closed ones, someone who would listen. I turned around and found you, Blogger. Lol. Yeah, solidarity has kept me out of most people's lives. I've seemed to be out of sight, out of mind. I wonder, who is still single and crazy enough for a night out, or even a stage play at KLpac, a visit to Publika restaurant play, or even Bukit Jalil Badminton? Everyone seems preoccupied. Maybe it's my fault I didn't spend more time investing in other people.