its funny how addictive this runaway life can be.
i saw minuscules of light that seemed to remind me of you,
but seeing what i saw kept flashing in front of me.
unfortunately, it seems like i cant treat you like something more.
cos you're just not looking for the same thing.

lunch was good,
followed by work at night that really got my blood going.
somehow time seems to go so much faster,
and not being able to think really clearly.
but then again looking back, what do i really need to think clearly about?

good music fuels time and booty shaking behind the dipcase.
the company really makes me crack up and the laughing was such a relief.
let's just say provided the people stay, i'm in it for the permanent shifts.

i'm questioning passions.
what do i really want to do,
and am i in this for the long run.
definitely nothing to do with school,
cos i'm done with it for another six weeks.
but with this, i dont want to force myself to do something i dont want.
recognition and first hand knowledge would be nice,
still, do i want to succumb myself to the disposal of someone else?

well,
its really time to start a list for the holidays.
and find someone to accompany to bring jetjet out for a ride.
(:

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