that's it. this is the last of the holidays. last of slacking. last of lifeless stoning. last of stupid gaming marathons(hopefully). last of copying(try la hor). last of living life day by day without direction. last of walking in the fog. last of being lost.

now what the heck was that. an attempt at new year resolutions maybe. haha.


time to sleep. goodnight.

time must be a bird.

or a plane.

no superman.

wadeva it's just weird. i swear i was figuring out how to use the dhs buttons for the first time only yesterday.

and talking about time, im bad at it. really. and somewhere in a crevice of my brain i know the truth. these damned games are gonna ruin my life. yes i know it, but somehow my cursor always seem to swiftly hover over the dreaded icon and click it twice. its like lighting a cigarette. a looooong one. argh wad can i do. boredom is not my choice. yea right.

hmm. it's weird that tomato puree actually mixes with lard. well. damn well. like they're the same thing, binded by an omnipresent psychic force. eww.

you know, affiliations can sometimes be scary. or rather sad.

morning. happy 2nd jan.