Sky is always blue

I want to cry tonight for no particular reason. Don't worry, I am fine and perfectly sane. It's just one of those temperamental moments. I am sure some of you got a few of those passing by your days. Perhaps it's the mood swing, or maybe because that abysmal pain I share with my bestfriend still viciously linger. If neither one of those could explain the mood, then I might have to contribute this sudden surge of tears to the mushy episode of cải lương I watched on HTV a few hours ago.

Talking about Cải lương, oh boy, I used to fervently detest these cải lương dramas as I grew up watching my parents watching them. My open opposition has now returned to haunt me. Little that I knew, the curse is on me.

Now you can feed me with more mushy stuff, such as those tear-jerking, time-wasting and yet addictive Korean melodramas and cải lương as the antidotes for my idiosyncratic inclination of emotions. My mother always said "lấy độc trị độc" as to use poison to cure poison, a figurative of speech, not literally. Maybe with more of these mushy stuff, I will be inverted back to the original pre-temperamental state.

Whatever that is, I am weird in my own eccentric way.