I rarely text or call anyone except of course Dada. When my sister back home called this afternoon just to chat, it was a welcomed intervention from sleep. I wasn't very interested at first but the conversation got juicy and interesting when the phone was handed over to my cousins. It made me realize how I've missed them all.

One of my cousins started blabbering about people I used to know and I didn't expect I would be so excited about it but I was. Well maybe excited is not the right word but somehow something inside me sort of felt queasy but not in a bad way.

Why do names and faces have an odd way of affecting us?

Have you ever lost something you thought you didn't want?

Am I even making sense? Oh well, emotions are not suppose to make sense anyway.