dan yan ren chang jiu, qian li gong chan juan.
nearly 9 months ago and i was tapping at a keyboard in a cybercafe in brunei. now i'm back to tap in more meaningless words.
i need more holidays.
ORD....ORD....ORD....when wilt thou cometh? we can't even get enough people to meet up for bball nowadays. nianjia's in ROC enjoying the meimeis and the good food. the girls are all off doing everything intellectual. and i'm playing wc3 at home, going out to play wc3, doing nothing remotely exciting except the training exercises that are coming soon. 6 more weeks of the course to go. 6 more weeks of artificially induced tough training. then again, brunei wasn't half as mentally tiring, except the missing people part. the missing people part is still around, will always be. i looked into the cupboard at home which contains all the angel-mortal letters in jc, iokus, senior class, odac...paltry words of friendliness shimmer like an oasis.
getting dumber. may uni come soon. i don't want to turn into some hedonistic chap content with trying to make his life bearable by immersing himself into computer games. but with 24 hours at home every week, what can one do? too tired to go out for too long.
and when the day we look forward to has arrived, we just set our sights on another. the starry heavens above us and the moral law within us. move.