I think I've been asking too much information from dear. Way too much for both of us to handle.

The urge to find out sometimes is really great. Don't I have the right to know? Why must I be left in the dark? Does it not concern me? Indeed, truth hurts. Since when does it not?

We'd all be still thinking the Earth was flat if not for Columbus. Sure, his discovery did deal a lot of flak to those who advocated the "flat Earth" theory. At the same time, it also saw the rise of shipping lines and world trade, resulting in today's modern world. Seriously, who would dare to travel across the Pacific Ocean if they knew that they are going to fall off the edge?

Still, I shall exercise refrain. I shall tone down my intensity and frequency of asking. "Ask and you shall find out." If she really wanted to tell me, she would have. If she didn't want to, she could have just come up with a lame story or a lie just to appease my curiousity.

I've learnt to change and I had, in certain aspects. For once, I accompanied her all the way back to her doorstep last night. She didn' tseem to think much of it though, judging from the words dhe said. "Oh, now you're learning? Don't you think it's a bit too late?" "The sun is rising from the west." Sarcastic remarks I hear but I didn't take them to heart. Those don't reflect her true feelings; those are just angry words.

I think I wil give her a call during lunch. Seems like she got a lot of work to do. Those imbeciles are forever piling her with heaps of endless work. Can't they get things done themselves?