Random thoughts at 12:30 in the morning.
What if I go to bed and don’t wake up?
I miss the old kind of playgrounds that I had in my neighborhood when I was 10.
I should have jogged more this week.
Even if there was a cure for my procrastination, I’d probably never get down to actually curing it.
There’s so many jobs I’d have loved to given a try at, and being a counselor would surprisingly have been one of them.
I miss my dad’s old Toyota.
And I REALLY REALLY miss my dog. (I still think I should have dug up the urn containing his ashes when we moved house.)
I think sentimentality is my greatest and most annoying trait and weakness.
I’m failing miserably in my ambition to finish reading a book every 2 months.
I need to be more disciplined in my quiet time and scripture memory. Right now, its erm… not really in existence. Guess the good news is that only way is up.
Whatever happened to the companies that made OHPs and transparencies? Did they many of them suddenly go bust?
I think I’m a terribly unattractive man who has grossly overestimated my ability to be charming and likeable. And my ego has just chosen to reject that statement as being true.
I seem to have hit my quota of movies. All I’m nowadays interested in doing is to watch re-runs. An age thing, maybe?
I haven’t had prata since forever. Ugh. Then why the hell am I still so fat? No wait. Ah yes, it’s the durians. And the damn mooncakes.
I’m beginning to think that I’m not really a techie sort of guy. I can’t rattle of tech specs like many of them do. I’m more of a rave-abt-tech guy, whose thrill is more in wanting to buy it, than actually going ahead to own it.
Somehow, as much as I know bitching abt people is not a very church-leader thing to do, there’s a part of me that loves the hypocrisy of slamming someone here, then offering my brightest smile when I bump into him/her.
Why is it so hard for me to just go lie down on the damn bed and try to sleep?
Yes, I’m having trouble sleeping tonight.
I've been the king, I've been the clown. Now broken wings can't hold me down. I'm free again. The jester with the broken crown, it won't be me this time around to love in vain.
Friday, September 24, 2010
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