i don't know why. it doesn't happen everytime. but when i don't have any other activity left, then there goes it. the staring-and-guessing-life-story activity.

i believe that every single people carries something special. problems happened in their past and nurtured them. i believe they have went through pain and agony before - well, some of them successfully hide it all in their smiling, happy faces, some others don't.

that makes me curious everytime. every single people and their hilarious life. and it gives me an endless thought.

of life. mine. and others as well.