a little space i call my own

eye lids dropping, yawning

nope, i'm not here to complain about me being tired. nope, i'm not here to complain about me being super-duper occupied. nope, i'm not here to complain about the massive outflows of cash. nope, i'm not here to complain about anyone, someone, him or her. nope, i'm not here to complain how sucky things can get. nope, i'm not here to complain about me being defeated anyway or anyhow in life.

situation now, it's so whatever.

wondered around in the past. not looking at the future. "you should move on" said from behind. huh? who? is it me. is it my three year old inner child. no? WHO?

i took out the pictures. place it on my palm. it felt real. the lamination. the picture. the border. the graffiti that wasn't suppose to be there. it feel so real. so god damn real. the people in it. needless to say, without them, the picture is never complete. the picture needs the poeple.

great. one day off. am really feeling guilty. gotta start doing work.

this post has ended.

for now.

comsuming alcohol a.k.a drinking is bad. just like smoking.

if you wanna smoke, smoke less.
if you wanna drink, drink less.
if you wanna smoke, call me.
if you wanna drink, call me.

that's all.

bye.

for every one step to success, there's the three steps to failure...