one of those losers at their deathbeds that goes, 'Where did my life go?'

Of late, I feel like I'm back in a time that I wished never was. I feel like being in maths tuition all over again, or when I was 7 at swimming class, getting picked out for being too slow or basically getting nothing right.

I hate that. It depresses me somewhat. Even though these are things that I vaguely even give a carefuck for but I keep getting everything wrong. And it's tiring just thinking about the routine that will follow for the next 365 days. Gawd I need to stop ranting.

My room is in some sort of a post-Hurricane Wilma catastrophe. I've got a truck-load of films that needs developing. (I wish I have a scanner and a Flickr pro account. Christmas and NYE are coming, people.) I've got books and magazines all over the place. I've got wires building up a tangled web that I sometimes wished I would get coiled in and die a slow, horrible death. I've got DVDs and CDs that aren't at their right cases. Life, clearly needs an Altoid now.

Apologies for such a pointless entry. I shall go back to my Six Feet Under now. And Stefanie Sun had a song on one of the episodes. There you go.