illusion of safety

…you just have no idea how blessed you actually are, and how many great people actually care about you

What I need, what I truly need is a motivation sparked by something to look forward to. Moving forward is kinda hard to do when these feet are laying dead on the floor. I know my destination, I know where to aim… sorta. I aim at the vague bull’s eye that bleeds its red to things that don’t matter. I’m rambling at 00:42 AM and I have to wake up at 6 today again. Life by the machine, going in a cycle of progress, though I’ve gotta admit this isn’t really a bad one.

Life’s been ok, I guess. I just really miss hanging out with the crazy nuts I miss sharing my mouth and ears with Kim and Citra, I miss making fun of people with Edwin and Abi. I miss Transplantic Acid Fluid. I miss playing the guitar until the sun rises up and talk about life’s complex carbohydrates with the people who don’t care about it. I even miss my knighthood of Helenasia. And that’s just for the people in Malaysia, don’t let me ramble on about how much I miss Rami, Paul, and all the great nutcases of Jeddah. I miss Bekasi too. And most of all, I miss my family.

Is this a phase?

‘Be strong’ has raised the bar up.