12/19/2003

I'm finally back. Back from supposedly a gruelling experience in the jungles of Brunei. It was difficult in its own way, yet not in a way I expected. Now I am back and I am asked? Why does my life have no meaning? It's really simple actually. Because faced with survival, i know i could just survive, day to day, just like that. Alone. I don't really want to sound like Holden caulfield and all. Yet I can't help it. It is at night when i am the eternal pessimist. I pay attention to detail but I just cannot help talking about grand feelings and stuff. I am now listening to piano pieces from Amelie. Soothing, and maybe it helps me to sleep.

Well. Let's look forward to some things. if all goes well, tomorrow I shall be baking cookies with clarence and rumin. friends. friends are lovely. I don't know what the hell I'm talking about.