What I give to you

Is just what I'm going through

You know, I was reading my journal last night. Brought me back to 1998. It's like listening to the new backstreet boys song. Its embarasssing. I dunno. Somehow you can never re associate yourself with who you used to be. Just like how it's embarassing to admit now that I once loved the backstreet boys. Yet I'm still me. The me at 22, refusing to believe I was me at 15. Hoo.. Maybe there is no need to write down things at all. They don't matter. Just leave it to the wind and the ashes.

There's nothing much that distinguishes my days from the others now. Except for the type of food I eat, the number of rounds I did, the name of the song that touched me, maybe the amount of work I did. Man its sad man! When ur existence is reduced to that. Minimal human contact. Yet yeah...I'm not a big fan of that.

I don't intend to tip toe through life and arrive safety at death

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I've engaged in a whole lot of piracy, indulged in a whole lot of self-pity, most of all I've displayed a whole lot of hypocrisy.

Havent u already noticed?