yes. life goes on. i am not supposed to write something here. because there is nothing to write. you are not obliged to read. because there is nothing to read.
i feel old. that is part of getting older. i don’t feel any wiser. that should have been part of getting old. i look old. i wouldn’t mind if only i had accomplished something.
ah, love. love. love is in the air. how suffocating. it is so tiring, after all.
entwined but never joined. coming somewhere from the pirates of the carribean.
throwing my frustrations out the window. i don’t feel like i am accomplishing anything at all. what a waste of time.
as you see, these are fragments. airing fragments of my thoughts. probably only i could decipher all these misleading words. yes. like sheila. it throws you off course.
i wonder what i would come up with next. if there is a next.
surfing used to be fun. except now. weekly shonen jump is the only satisfying piece. but only for the hour of reading the latest one piece. it keeps me wondering. wandering.
anneke lee? who? when? or where… i just wonder.
it is good to forget sometimes. forgetting is the hard part. it is a mode of killing. it is quite heavy on the heart.
friendster becomes a lonely place. this is where you realize how weird some stuff are.
i am like a puzzle. too hard to even bother solving. why solve? yes, why should someone solve… i have other things to do. supposedly.
give me two more years. i keep thinking just two more years. then i could start conquering the world. or maybe just restart life from scratch. two long years.
i could have gone home early. but there is nothing to do at home. well, apart from reading about the complexity of the knee, probably. tell me again, why should i make life that complex?
i sleep less than six hours a day. and you think i am complaining? sleep used to be bliss. until i ran out of dreams. yes. that’s it! i am running out of dreams.
just like stumbling upon websites ain’t as fun as it used to be. it is so hard to come across something worthwhile nowadays.
just like listening to the radio. there ain’t much sound music out there anymore.
that’s not the problem. it’s about the work load i am anticipating. yes, anticipating. it is not even here. and to think in two years time it would not mean a thing. ahh.
whatever. yes. whatever…. and you took the time to read.