venture on...

maybe one day i'll have enough guts to ditch everything that's been planned out and just go for a walk around this neighborhood. i tell myself this almost every single time the sun is out, yet i have yet to do so.

i remember when i was much younger i'd try to write little poems my primary educated mind would allow.. and for one class assignment i had written about flower petals on the ground looking like white paint or something like that. now, every time my mom gets nostalgic over my childhood she'd mention that poem.. and i'll try so hard to remember what i had written whenever i see small white flowered trees.

well, i still can't remember it.

after talking to my mom, it occurred to me that apparently i'm the only one in the family that's not pursuing (liberal) art related career. my dad used to work in the designing company, my mom was a sociology major, brother's the animator, and sister might go into journalism or something like that. man, what a way to be isolated in my own family :(

arrgh, it's been such a long week. to prove how long it was, allow me to try remembering what i did on monday..

yeah, i don't remember at all.

that aside..

my first beer bear garden was interesting. it wasn't GREAT, but the company was good. that just chalks up another alcohol unit since last night. speaking of last night... that was definitely fun. i was happy most of the guys could make it, but man.. so much for staying dry.. *facepalm* i'm terrible.. one of these days i'll become the resident alcoholic..

but modified mafia was awesome. we should play like that again next time.

woow.. such incoherent rambling.. i don't know what i'm going with this really. i had some good conversations with ayano on the drive up, but i feel like it won't hold the meanings to the general audience... or at least that's what i've gathered.

i'll rambled about that later probably.

quite possibly will be getting shorter hair by the end of this weekend. and by shorter, i mean SHORTER.



all empty tears.