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I stumbled upon an acquaintance's blog page and read about the inspiring materials that she has written. I realized we have come a long way now, and I wonder, if there would be a Judgement Day, what would people tell me about the success I have made, or the amount of good deeds that I have done? I have friends who graduated with a secured degree; their parents hoping that they would be able to secure a job, get married and live happily ever after. Well, some would do so, but there is also a minor group of people who would do something out of the ordinary. Out of the ant-line.

Some would live their dreams, get what they want eventually and live happily. Some would still be finding their purpose in life. Some would never know.

I have died down in terms of writing on blogs, because I have lose passion of what makes me, Me. Maybe I have been slowly eaten from the inside, already joining the materialistic rats which are in the inevitable races, running to some imaginary race which has NO finishing line. Or maybe I feel like, being happy in a relationship blocks the creative juice from flowing the correct decision, that I don't know what I've typed for the past 10 minutes.

Anyway, if you are somehow reading this, and am interested about what I'm up to, during this long weekend: I am home, back in Ipoh for the weekend. I met up with a couple of friends at Berlin's, had a half-pint of Blackthorn (which is Cider, for clarification purposes!), catch up on our "interesting" lives, adjourned to Sook Min's home for more catching up, and been basically hanging out with my parents the whole day of Sunday. I have no plans for the rest of the holiday, maybe just catch up on my sleep, and I have to head up to Lumut for a meeting on Wednesday, Penang on Thursday, and perhaps, I would know my fate on Friday then.

See, how my life evolves around W-O-R-K now.

Oh yeah, I have also managed to meet up with YeeSan, who came back from UK, with the Italian Boyfriend at Skybar, Trader's on a Friday. I had a Corona (if you want to know..) and come 12.30am, I got really tired and wanted to go home.

I have aged, I have grown old, I have grown un-interesting.
My life can be dictated as a stagnant line on a graph paper. Well, sometimes I get tiny bumps along the way, but the scale is too small, barely noticeable.