Two weeks since my last post. Too many things have happened, too many thoughts have blundered my mind, just too many. And I was blank most of the time within that span of duration. Even right now, as I type these random words (just so I could update my blog), I am as blank as Kirsten Stewart, my facial expression... expressionless (and yes, Karen, I still can't believe what I did at Aura, all the more with the fact that dancing is one of the very few things that could stimulate my facial nerves into producing humane facial expressions, of which I presumed before I wasn't capable of).
But I'm back to reality, facially emotionless and flat :|
And beyond my superficial facade dwells a labyrinth of puzzles, questions, and of course, sex--okay, don't mind the last one. You see, I am preoccupied lately with a lot of questions in my head that seemed to bombard my feeble mind seamlessly. And the hardest part is I don't know which of these endless questions I should answer first--let alone finding the answers. On the brighter prospect, these questions, which we seek answers to, which add meaningfulness to our existence, are definitely what makes life life. That continues to stun our mere, helpless beings with uncalled for mindfucks.
"Oh well, that's life." Indeed. Any questions?
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