I'll take a left this time.

There is one promise I made to myself a few days back, that I will not sound like I'm downing anti-depressants with milo peng. That I will not let my mind wander about into an oblivion I am incapable of diving into. That I will adopt pet projects and stay busy. That I will understand that not everyone is accustomed to my brand of humour. That I will be nicer to people. But well, not too nice. That I will stop frowning or stare into space.

Alright, that's alot of promises. But I think they all mean the same thing.

I want to take photos again. My Flickr account is getting a little too dusty.



Funny how I've kept my smile outside, but this empty yearning deep inside.