memories/and the past surges of interestsi was looking through my stuff in my room.since it's really ermm, cluttered with stuff and all.and i found a couple of notebooks.okay, maybe not a couple. in fact, quite a lot.and the contents suddenly makes me feel, erm, odd.cos it's all my drawings, writings and stuff.and it's kind of amazing, to me, how much of it there is.hidden in that corner of the room and stand.so it seems i write a lot of erm, nonsensical stuff and draw a lot of erm, impressionist doodles.but it's somehow cool.haha maybe i should compile them someday and i'll be the only reader.haha it IS part of the stage in my life that i didnt have to care abt life and think abt stuff.today's driving sucks.and yes i totally blackedout/blankedout.the guy could just kill me. i wouldnt complain.i shouldnt be anyway. i am the one at fault.okay this sucks.sucks big time.Labels: emotivities, rambles
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