Reached home, did the necessary, opened this laptop, and tried to do a posting before knocking off.
Can't think of anything significantly positive to write.
Everything seems so depressing. Nothing seems to be consistent.
The past few days, I feel like I'm on a roller coaster, a moment at the top of the world, the next down at the bottom of the pit.
The past weeks I feel like a soldier fighting a losing war.
Still waiting for something inspiring to keep on going till the tide of war changed. There were occasional flashes of brilliance but they didn't last too long.
Found a box of cigarette among my stuff just now. It has been opened for more than a month, I think. Still a few sticks left. Took one and lit it. I normally smoke when I'm stressed. Tasted like shit...sudah masuk angin. Started coughing violently and threw it away along with the box. I really shouldn't do that.
My smoking days are truly over.
I really need to snap out of this.
Hopefully I can get to fly off to UK next month. A change of scenery would be good, I guess.
A summer break in London. Just want to walk around Hyde Park and meet the squirrels again. That would be nice.
Yea, hopefully I can make the trip.
Better sleep now.
Ok, before that, just a bit of music and soldiers....