It's like a peep-window into a world that doesnt belong to you. All those unattainable things in your head!

F YOU INTERNET!

...Obviously I'm lying about the first statement. I'm getting rather unstable in the head, must be the late nights. Okay tumblring into bed. Wopps, I mean tumbling.

Oh, and I drink alot of milk these days whenever I'm bored. It's the only beverage that I can sneak out of the fridge after midnight without causing my parents to scream at me for "drinking too much cold drinks late at night". Straight from the carton like a badass.

Inner dialogues.

Me - You really shouldnt care.

Me - Yeah, I really shouldnt.

Me - Ignore it, there's nothing you can do.

Me - But.

Me - Just let it go, forget it.

Me - How can I when it's so IN MY FACE.

Me - You can choose not to look.

Me - I shouldnt fucking care.

Me - But you do.

Me - I cant help it.

And then these further develop into incoherent murmurs.

Anyway, Im typing this at the outdoor cafe Hanis at NLB. Finally I've got a day off and I chose to spend it chatting over pancakes with partner in the afternoon and then heading over to NLB after that. I really should be reading my books but the internet is always a distraction.

The cold & gloomy weather and LACK OF PROPER LIGHTINGS are causing my mind to think about things that I really shouldnt be thinking about.

I wish I had/I could meet more like-minded people in l a s a l l e. I thought I would but oh how wrong I was. For most of them, art is not their passion, it is not something they really enjoy doing, it is not also a hobby. For them, it is schoolwork, an easier alternative to a more academic coursework. For fuck sake, how sad is that?!

Nevermind, I should start on my reading.

I'm been having alot of ridiculous encounters with middle-aged men at work these days, which further convinced me that they will never grow up nor develop a brain. I really hate it when they take LEGO so seriously, as if its a matter of life and death. Like come on, it's just a hobby. Why the fuck do you need so many Spartan minifigs and being so fucked up rude and selfish about it.

As you can see, work made me damn sour about many things. Especially with people's rotten attitudes and all.