yikes. im just like that 18 year old guy. the sharp stings had started after my long jog this noon.

i'm still blogging. its an ancient past-time compared to all the new online social platforms these days.

ive never thought to switch to wordpress or livejournal etc...the admittedly cooler hosting sites.

its not worth the trouble since i like posting nonsense anyway.

i like to post things that people dont care about, like the time that i wake, the food that i eat, and my random thoughts as well as dreams. its really like a diary. i dont capitalise the first letter of every first word of every sentence and i dont use good english although i try to sound coherent, and yes, i do think the content of this blog is inferior to the inspiring thoughts of others in their online journals, but nevertheless i'm comfortable like this.

if i am to die soon, i'd sell all my things and spend all my time earning money so that i can afford my parents' retirement.

i want to paint.

the good thing about taking Art as an academic subject is that the hours spent painting and drawing is for a legitimate cause. One doesnt have to feel like one is idle or that one should be doing something "more purposeful". Time is specifically set aside for creation.

it's different now.

when i want to paint, i think, "ah, i should really get down to spring cleaning if i have the time, tsk."