it makes one good to know that they're needed, but one can only do so much. i wake up every single day with errands to run, chores to do, messages to pass, people to attend to. that leaves me with so little time to do my own things. i can see it just by looking in the mirror. the haircut i really need, which i keep reminding myself for 2 months now. and thats only when i actually have time to look in the bloody mirror.

simple tasks i have to do like run down to the store to buy lottery can take up hours, especially if i decide to stop by for lunch at my aunt's. instead of eating lunch, i'd be serving lunch.

for example, the other day, my uncle cut his knee, and he called me up saying, 'SOS SOS.. i cut my knee. no one at the shop'... and for the first time, i put my foot down, replying rudely, 'what fuck sos?!'... and i think he had the shock of his life, and just said 'oh, its ok.. u carry on sleeping'... WHICH OF COURSE filled me with guilt. and i went to the shop to help in the end anyway.

yes, you see i'm ranting on something really irrelevant, of which the time i used to post this up could be used more wisely by at least attempting to read up on my notes for the upcoming exams.

but i just had to let it out.

anyway, the match last night between Arsenal and Juventus was really good. such stamina. a group of men running around chasing a damn ball, of which they were already born with a pair. if only we are as motivated in life as they are in that simple game.

time to go for lunch!

just little something i wrote to end this post.

Blinded by the light
The warm hand that leads us
The trust we instill
And suddenly

It pulls us to the dark
Feeding on our pride
Hope and faith seems frail
We feel we've been betrayed

And we block ourselves from the rest of the world
We think if it happens once it'll happen again
We turn cold and hide
We start living in the dark

We light a candle
Drink the deep red from a glass
How long will this last, we think
How long will this last..

Suffer in the silence
Scream into the night
Feel the pain and fight it
But the scar remains -erdiana

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