sometimes i forget the countless things i thought myself.

i look around and sometimes all i see is people moving. this fast moving packed city with not many people actually taking time off to take a stroll or just enjoying and relaxing into the morning breeze.

all we forced to do is just worry. i guess that's why everytime there's a holiday, everyone tries to escape this enclosure. i remember when i was back in australia for a holiday all i did was sleeping, eating and fishing.

god that was life,
but i guess this is too.

sometimes i guess it's cause i'm so used to the fast paced city life that i actually get bored when time starts to slow down. when two weeks seem like a month instead of a month seem like a day. time moves slower despite the fact the hour differences.

but it's all these hectic lives that seems to spice up my life a little.

it's so hard to be perfect, but i still strive to be.