Friday, March 29, 2013


Taking a break from my assignment on a rainy Friday afternoon. It's a public holiday today. Haven't had a long weekend break for sometime. We should really consider having more holidays, but oh well, not our choice to make.


I was trying to figure out what should I blog about. Thinking back since 2004 (when I first started off blogging) I had so much to blog about. Pretty amazing that I'm thinking back now because now.... It's like I have nothing much to talk about. Maybe because most of the 'job' has been done by instant social media like Twitter, Facebook and Instagram? Probably. That's why now I have to squeeze and think of what to write even.

For someone whom used to really blog like every single day to having a dead town blog now with I guess, no one reads this page any more.

I usually self comfort that probably it's because school's more fun and exciting then work everyday so gradually, you know, we just stop blogging about work. (Cause it's the same everyday) and besides, I don't think it's really appropriate to blog about work. (Especially if you're gonna be all whiny and etc.)


We're almost, almost into a quarter of 2013. And I'm almost, 25 soon. Time flies, really. I count back the days I started talking to myself here, bout' 9 years ago? Ah, I instantly feel the pinch of 'old'.

My life hasn't gotten much sparks and rainbows as it used to be. Probably cause I lost passion in doing most of the things I used to like. I hope I can find back my passion for the things I like someday.


I wanted to continue penning down my thoughts but I realize... I lost my train of thoughts, again. So here's an abrupt ending to this post.

May I find my passion, and my freedom, soon.

1 comment:

  1. Following quote for you:

    Maggie McGlone: Hell, I've always been old Ben. Ya' know what though, I don't mind. I mean if my muscles ache, it's because I've used 'em. It's hard for me to walk up them steps now, its 'cuz I walked up 'em every night to lay next to a man who loved me. I got a few wrinkles here and there, but I've layed under thousands of skies with sunny days. I look and feel this way, well cuz I drank and I smoked. I lived and I loved, danced, sang, sweat and screwed my way thorough a pretty damn good life if you ask me. Getting old ain't bad Ben. Getting old, that's earned.