I am bored. I am sad. I shall write something.

I have a friend. He has a friend. That friend has a friend. That friend is him. You're confused? Good.

I will call him WW. WW stands for ��Ϊ. I have asked him thrice to confirm what he would want to be known as and he said this. Okay, I shall use WW. This entry is dedicated to you, my dear friend!

WW used to like Big Flappy Ears. To him, she was pretty despite the flappy ears. I never understood why WW liked Big Flappy Ears. Big Flappy Ears had a whiney voice and it made me cringe sometimes. The only time I thought she looked great was when she played her instrument. You know, when people play instruments and look totally absorbed in it. Like what TG once thought of this middle-aged jazz percussionist who exuded attractiveness because of his seriousness on his face while he carefully tinkled on his stuff.

WW liked Big Flappy Ears for many years. Throughout these years, I had to listen to WW talk about Big Flappy Ears. For more than five long years, we would never stray from the topic of Big Flappy Ears; how she avoided him, how her hair disappeared and when she got attached but the guy was not WW. There was even this crazy incident of how I magically obtained her prom night photo from a spy and he was so ecstatic.

WW finally let go of Big Flappy Ears. He realised that the infatuation would never become anything more than infatuation. He grew to like someone else and he mustered enough courage to let her know how he felt. This someone else looked like Big Flappy Ears in a way; I shall call her Caustic Tea. Caustic Tea turned him down and avoided him for some time. Poor WW. He was confused again.

WW had made a pact with this other girl when they were still young and innocent. They would be together if they didn't find any partner after some years. WW was still young and innocent after some years. Then he realised other than being young and innocent, he was stupid as well. The girl had just made the pact out of jest.

WW said he has not cleaned his room in a long time. He said that his room has got dust and strands of hair on the floor. He wonders where the hair came from. I told him people have hair falling off everyday. He also said that he hasn't prayed in a long time. He has become apathetic.

Don't be apathetic, my friend. Soon you'll pray again. You'll clean up your room regularly.