Men are fickle.

Men are fickle.
In a matter of days, love can be transferred from one object of affection to another.
Men are fickle.
In a matter of minutes, affection can be showered upon one and shifted to another.
Men are fickle.
In a matter of seconds, what is felt now, is all forgotten and left behind, from one to another.

Who's to blame for changing hearts. No one, as Men are fickle; you are and so am I.


BKK and HK back to back with some of the closest people that I have right now.
HK experience: unspeakable, somewhere only we know.
BKK experience: idiots having fun together, priceless.
This Friday, it's gonna be my brother's wedding and then its down to serious business, no more slacking.


P.S. People who can't write decent English irritate me to the core.