it's so easy to lose my temper, my patience.
i want to take back all those words i said yesterday.
i don't want to be vacuum, i realise.
i just worry too much all the time that i am left with no time to do much at all.

since i swore so much in the previous post, i guess i shouldn't swear anymore.
swearing is bad, like mum always insists.
i said the F word once when i was in K2 (i don't know where i picked it up from) and my hands and backside hurt for a week.
but i reckon the pain did not make me forget that word.
it's angst and all that hormones squeezed into a single-syllable four-letter word.
who could ever resist that? (sweeping statement, because there are some goody-two-shoes who've never used this word [another generalisation, but heck])

finished reading extremely loud and incredibly close by jonathan safran foer.
to take a leaf out of Mr. Black's book -

JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER: GENIUS.

i guess i should get going and finish up smp.

adios
8:58 PM