Without a sense of direction, he walked the path on his own. Guided by his own instinct, he got accustomed to the dark. Everything went dead silent. From a distance, a faint sound of a boy could be heard. Is it just his imagination, or is someone really out there to get him..
So do I cut out to be a author of some kind of suspense thriller? Feeling rather 'inspired' now cause I just realized that my works are depleting like crazy. I need to start building up my 'library' if I wish to continue my so called journey into the media world which sounds so damn bloody hard from the words of my mentor who used to be a script writer in Mediacorp. (Woo, that was a long line)
Speaking of which, going to enter my final year in a few months time. Time travels fast. Too fast. The next thing you know it, I'll be serving the nation and having my head shaved for the first time (I swear this is the part of my life my family will be proud cause I'll be spotted with short hair) Was actually thinking of what I wanted to do in life after I graduated. Honestly, I don't know. Not that I don't care about it but it never did strike me that I'll have to go on my own and not depend on my family. I've grown up! (whacks head)
Now besides the whole point that I might have to go through male menopause and everything, I would like to do a little shout out to my dearest buddy (it's not really a shout out but yeah, literally)
Hey, be good, take drugs. Don't get so stressed up about the whole 'I didn't write my name' thing. It has already passed and all you have to do now is just pray that everything will be fine. And please don't resort to doing stupid stuff okay, I'm always here if you ever need to someone to abuse (abuse as in 'abuse' and not abuse as in start whacking me abuse) Making me so worried, aiyoh I think I'll die before you lah. Haha taking caring!
So that's the end of the whole thing now back to where we are, the time now is 4.31 am and counting. Was blog hopping a minute ago, hoping to see something that might trigger my brains to write something interesting for people to read instead of just 'hi, this is what happened in the day' when I found out that one out of three (just so 'stats' to make me sound smart) blogs I read are practically 'i don't know what to blog about' entries (that's shit balls)
Come to think of it, how do blogs stay alive for a long time and why do people actually read them. Why am I even typing this down and what are my real intentions? Wait hold on, why am I talking to myself in my own blog. Okay, that's just weird. Must be the time. I have to go to bed or I will never wake up to see sunshine in the morning. Oh shit, it's already morning. Good night!
.: SunDay MorNinG :.
