Loves of my life
Doh! Nothing much I truly love. Maybe except for life itself I don't think I've truly been in love enough to die for someone, something or some ideal. Perhaps NS would make me willing to die for my country. But then again it's kinda silly not to die for my country. Who ever remembers the horrors of WWII will kinda just say "DUH you doofus~! You want that to happen AGAIN?!" Hahaha but truly I think I'm just not built for the touchy-feely-mushy stuff. My skin literally crawls when something like that is presented infront of my face.

Hates of my life
I think I hate the fear of death. It really puts me off when I am all sleepy and about to sleep at night. Then the bloody image of passing away unknown amongst my fellow peers keeps haunting me. Perhaps it's a sign, then again I've been experiencing this for like since I saw the death of a cat after it became roadkill. It was the first time I saw something dying infront of me without being in a TV. It was kinda terrifying and yet morbidly fascinating. I should start declaring myself mentally under inept for thinking such cumbersomely deep thoughts. Ah well I guess it's back to life for me. Going to bed now.

Idiots of today, Geniuses of tomorrow