a little space i call my own

here it goes

what a surprise. i fall asleep yesterday at what time? 4? 5? i don't know. and i woke up at 7.30am this morning. something is wrong. haha. maybe i don't really need that much sleep. bacause i just don't feel tired mentally and physically. not like people who worked or whatsoever, they are just so busy in the so called holiday of theirs. while i am wasting days. this is shit.

played soccer. 8am to somewhat seems like 12 noon when i reach home. shagged. god. had two superb blisters. again. yes. again. god damn blisters. they hurt. and this time. they really hurt. damn painful. haha. must be those shoes i think. people say it's the socks. i didn't really pay much attention to what they say. i played and i hurt myself. haha. then i bathe and i ate something that spells as porridge and i fell asleep. for once, i felt tired. really. tired. and i slept till that Holland V music started. gosh~ it's 7pm. and the rest followed. hais.

look for a job? maybe? maybe not. i don't carry much luck in this particular field of something. haha. or maybe is it because of me not trying hard enough? i keep thinking this is a holiday? perhaps. there is every point to get work. everyone else is working. why shouldn't i ? hais. i feel useless already. depression will take place sooner or later. haha.

don't know lar. i really don't know. haha. pacing around with an empty mind. people are working leh. cannot call them out. haha. if not, they are bound to be busy with something. studies, work, whatever la. getting nowhere am i. haha.

haiya.

really don't know lar.

suppose to enjoy this so called holiday de.

really.

don't give a damn fucking shit.

god~

it's another day, another day, another day...