How random is random?
Life’s random. A really fucking random one that is. When you thought there’s no more hope but to keep on sinking, there’s gonna be a shed of light, and vice versa; when you thought you’re on top of the highest mountain, you realize you’re still under the sky. Either way, believe it my friend, experience has kept me sober, laughing, and alive for the past few months. It IS the harshest of all teacher, but apparently it is the most effective as well.
basabasi.com is out of order, but we had a gathering today nonetheless. Met some fun and zanny people, the people Koko introduced me to several moons ago. It was fun, yeah. I was hungry as hell though, and the food didn’t make it any easier on my part (the best nasi gila is still in Obelix, hands down, every other place is just poor imitation). So right now I’m still hungry, and I’m gonna eat. But before I go, I’d like to leave out a little note:
Muse is just so fucking great.
