I'm here because I miss writing. But as always, writing is too much effort, so i'd rather type.

A few moments ago I was on my bed scrolling Facebook endlessly - a bad habit I need to kick, and something on my Facebook newsfeed caught my eye. At first, it sounded just like every other article that has gone viral; "losing my little brother" it said. But something about it made me paused for a moment. It didn't appear on my newsfeed because a friend of mine had shared the article. It appeared because a person I followed on Facebook has written that article.

Who is that? It was an unfamiliar face and name. Nonetheless I was curious enough to click into the blog article. Of course, it was sad story. I read about their tough childhood, difficult transition into adulthood, pain and depression. Heartbreaking. It was a long post, and i've skipped reading most of it. Because I didn't want to be too attached to the story? Because I didn't want to know?

The whole time when I was reading it, I thought to myself: this is real. This is real life. I am reading about somebody's life and her feelings.

When I went back to Facebook, I naturally clicked into her profile. Why had I followed her on Facebook? It's unlike me to follow someone I don't recognise.

Ah, the photos looked familiar. She's a photographer I've chanced upon long ago, and I'd fallen in love with her work -- soft, dreamy and mysterious. I remember reading her blog, seeing her photos on deviantart and tumblr. I don't remember following her on Facebook, but i must have liked her photography enough to had done so.

Surreal.

Life is indeed surreal.

It reminded me of the time when I heard the news about the shooting of Christina Grimmie. Was i at Starbucks, when Clement told me a singer just died. A fan shot her during her concert, he said. He didn't know who she was, but it sounded like a big news, he said. Christina Grimmie, he said. At first I wasn't sure. I have always been bad with names, but then again, it sounded really really like a girl I knew from youtube. How many years ago has it been? I was back in my year 1... so that must have been about 6 years ago.

I've watched her sing on youtube. She was... so young. I vaguely remember her punk hairstyle and big voice. To be honest, I was never really a fan of her singing, but she's one to leave an impression. I might have followed her on youtube before, I can't remember for sure. But I never knew she joined The Voice. Never knew she've gotten so successful in her music career! Never thought that this would be the story when I hear her name again 6 years later...

Surreal.

How can it be that things like these are happening everyday, yet people still cling onto things that are empty, temporary and pointless? Chasing after nothingness? Why do we fight with people we love, over things that do not even matter? Why do we choose hate, when we can love?