Scribbles

I want to scribble again after a period of dryness for words. Now that my daughter is eight months old, I can hear the call of ideas shouting inside my head again. Although I have not put my way of expressing a thought into practice, I’m willing to give it another shot. With a bit of luck, I wish to be enthused once more.

Tuesday, June 08, 2004

Random thoughts

I haven't been blogging. Swamped with work. I hate going home late. Traffic is unbearable.

I'm evil. A particular person annoys me. And I couldn't do anything aside from cursing her in my head every time I see her.

I was hoping I'll see no sun today. I want this day to be gloomy. I want this day to be one of those restless days. A gloomy day energizes me. It keeps me productive.

Hey, you… Yes you… Don't you know what the word "SECRET" mean? Or do you want me to explain it to you?

There's a walking pig shit wandering around.

It's bloody cold in here.

The dick head passed by again.

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