maybe its just the fact that i'm going into a week fully packed with work that i've no more time for myself, that i end up becoming treasuring whatever time left that allows me to be free and do whatever i want..
work work..
oh, anyways, today i was packing up the room *around an hour ago at midnight* when i uncovered the old lockbox that i sealed my past memories away. opened up to see all the huge saccharine overdoses of letters all neatly stacked up, and a few photoframes with yellowing photos in them. wow. i guess i really was quite thin and young and naive back then. things weren't so hectic nor was life so tiring back then..even though obstacles still lay whichever path we trod upon..
maybe i think too much. its the time of the night and the time when theres nothing to do, your laptop's spoilt, and your DS' memory stick is corrupted. there's really nothing left for me to do.
i kinda miss going out already. :(
learning through life's potholes