some way along the way, i don't know what makes me happy anymore.

i wanted to do something with the holidays. three full months. but i'm not exactly sure what.

forget super, i just want to be mortally enough.

"everything's made to be broken"

Onwards from akqa on Vimeo.

wmp: joseph arthur, in the sun.

the end of peon days. or that's what my brother call its (the end of his attachment stint). my last paper ended one day ago. this morning was the one morning i woke up and didn't have to touch my books.

last night past midnight i drove back from cindy's with a slight drizzle, lightning illuminating the crimson sky, and raindrops running up the windscreen. if it wasn't for the slight jam caused by fallen lumber on two lanes of the expressway, the drive could have been most reposeful.

i hung out at pauls place for abit this morning before head over to leonards.

i gymed. watched tv. did whatever the hell i wanted to.

i wonder what beholds.

avoiding insanity matters...

"cause worrying, is as effective as solving an algebric equation by chewing bubble gum..."

till the 22nd.