Dead men tell no tales

The little bit of selfishness we all have in us

Just like me choosing to shoot in bokeh mode each time I spot beautiful lights.

It's been three days living without cash on me, surviving on instant noodles these few nights. Only at times like this I wish I had dinner at home. Ain't that selfish? To think my mom/dad used to cook every single day, until I stopped going home for dinner. And I only thought of them, the dinner they prepare, when my times are bad. This sucks really badly. The kind of daughter I am to them. Always assuming how well we are performing in our position.

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Most of the times, I choose to forgive and forget