Recently, I'm been a 'bad luck' streak. First, I sparained my ankle the day before, on Wednesday, while walking down the stairs. That was somewhat my folly, as I was too engrossed in reading dear's message. Secondly, I caught a cold. Nose blocked most of the time and I can't even smell properly. Thirdly, my hard disk died on me. I've got so much precious information kept in there. My expenditure list, my mp3 but most of all, the database containing dear's SMSes. I've to get it back, no matter the cost.

Now, I'm in a Internet cafe updating this. I realised I'm addicted to my new-found source of knowledge. To be more precise, I'm addicted to what this knowledge can provide me - power. Knowledge is equivalent to power and like Oracle said, "What do powerful people want? More power." I seek more knowledge once I acquired some and this thirst is undying. It's like being addicted to the feeling of euphoria that drugs can provide, not the actual addiction to physical drugs.

I've gained some interesting insight from the source. I now understand the two factors more but I still persist in getting the confirmation I want. Unless the judge passes a sentence, the DA and defendant lawyer will continue to slug it out.

It seems that my dear is immersely disturbed and troubled. Ok, she didn't make it sound that bad on the blog; they are just my inferences. Especially about decision making. She abhors making decisions that results in potential losses, that is, a lose-lose situation being the resultant. She didn't tell me anything at all but I did sense something was amiss. Just couldn't put my finger on it though. Had I read her blog earlier, I could have listened to her troubles earlier.

Alright then! I shall make a move to buy dinner and meet sweetie for movies! Can't wait to see her!