bittersweet.

My 2 days since I got back home was generally spent by reading. Finally finished 'Dear John' and i find it remarkable, minus the slight (very minor) draggy part at the beginning. The ending is not the kind that you would expect it to be, and that makes the story even more fascinating. It kinda portrays reality, that life's really a bitch. This is a second work of Nicholas Spark that I've read, but I can already see the similarity in his writing and what he's trying to convey through his work. Never knew him in person but my presumption is, he's probably someone who does a lot of observation, thinking and reflection. If there is a conclusion that I could draw from this story, it is that love really has its' own way of changing people (the ones that you could never possibly imagine). I'm looking ahead to reading his other works, eager to discover what else he has to offer :) .

And just as any other writings of his, this very novel is also made into film, which is released pretty soon.

Channing Tatum plays 'John' :)

On a different note, I notice that I've developed unnecessary level of paranoia just lately. Like how I hesitated when I wanted to come down from my car after a late night outing. Like when I decided not to get too close to anyone. Like when i redid my resume for -i lost count- lots of time just cos i felt it's never impressive enough and not even close to being an attention grabber just yet. Like when I've to think twice before spending money.


Tell me, am i just aging, just as many of my friends are *wink*, or I'm just simply going insane. Like is this some kinda sign signifying that I'm that close to a breakdown?

I don't know man. You tell me. I've never been good at judging, for that matter.

it's a feeling as though my soul has been sucked by a dementor.