the things you hold on to
teardrops
the art of forgiveness
ambal
Yeah. Havent been lucky with words lately. Nothing sounds as good inside my head when it comes down on webpaper
I dunno what that implies tho. Perhaps my life is more exciting now, thus i don’t have the urge to update my blog just for the sake of killing time. Or,on the other hand (and a more logical reason too), my life just got more boring thus i have nothing to say or tell. Or—maybe i think double as much as i did before and that leads me to stop half way through an entry because i analyze it over while typing it down and decided that it sucks even before I finish it. Or maybe it’s just not fun to write anymore.
Or what if, im starting to lose even my basic vocab and thus I stop updating blog coz writing will only cause more frustration. where’s my head again?
Well.
Radiohead—grammy—15 steps. Just awesome.
And ME?
a new ‘how I met your mother’ fan. I now have 5 imaginary friends.
Still sleep-deprived.
Still is the happiest human being in the world.