havent visited this place in awhile
hahaha,
not that there's much external motivation to blog
mmm not that there isnt much to blog about
cos there's been alot going on recently? u know like when shit hits the fan, we all get a fair share?
but yeah
havent felt up to it

mmmm
id love to say its because of writers block?
but that would be terribly egoistical because it would assume that i normally am linguistical and creative?
but im not
actually the norm is me usually having nothing to say, occasionally intermitten by splotches of half boiled half sane, cranky, verbal diahorrea

mmm
i usually like to blog after taking long, senseless walks on saturday nights
by long and senseless i mean hour long affairs, whereby any other sane, pragmatic person would hop on a passing bus and cover the ground between the 7-8 bus stops in between while i choose to take in the sights, or at least the lack of it, on foot.....

mmm
today or well since its one in the morning,
yesterday, i took a nice stroll from novena united square to one stop before casurina
mmmm
im not a health freak or fitness enthusiast?
if anything it was probably to absolve the incurred guilt of 4 donuts?

i think there should be some human rights decree whereby people arent forced to consume more donuts than they want to?
3 were willing iniquities... the fourth one was the penalty for loosing some lame chinese number game

so anyways
mmm
actually for same reason im reminded of that all-american legend/hero forest gump
my second most favourite american
hahahah
my first favourite american is george w. bush
for so candidly and naturally, revealing unabashedly the hoax and joke that is the office of the american presidency?
so anyways,
our loveable, semi-retard of an american folk hero after his mother dies
takes a lovely long run across america several times
(u'd realise that no one notices the plot hole that he doesnt need to eat)

mmm
ive actually been meaning, and considering to blog abt the topic of dreams

but every time, i think about it
i find myself not in a position to talk about it?
not that i dont have dreams, or disbelieve in them
cos i do have them
and not the flippant sort about ramly burgers or doing stage dives

the dreams worth having are the epic ones
sadly they're the ones abit beyond us as well

i usually dont
tell people about my dreams
not that im scared they'd laugh at me or look down on my dreams
but because i guess i realise how far i am from them and how they're out of my league

dreams empower people to take steps to greatness
but it hurts
when i look back and realise its been 6 years and im no closer to my dreams?

maybe my dreaming affects my ability to settle down and embrace my status quo
but mmm
i cant be one of those, who'd rather embrace present circumstances instead of what could be or should be?

so after a week plus of consideration
i still have no idea what to do with my dreams
bleagh