Plastic boxes, stolen hearts

And so, I am wasting my time doing everything else but HSSR. Settling stuff from Farewell to HIG to CEP. There is so much things to do, and so little time. Accounts to settle; likewise for the drinks and gifts. Geez. I will be leaving JH, moving on to SH. That is, supposedly something like leaving IP for JC. No, it's too early. It feels as if IP just only started yesterday and i've still got hell loads more to discover, uncover. Oh damn it. This is not going to be post-IP.

Yes, I look on with envy and wonder why can't it all be the same.

But I don't keep it to heart for long. Don't.

Heh, just saw 11:11 and made a wish.

Please don't disappoint me.

Am looking forward to a holiday. No, really, a real holiday. Pummeled with too many definitions; definitions of right and wrong, of good or not, of what's the best way of doing things, of what's the correct way of thinking. What with all the restrictions and limits set. But it'll be different wouldn't it, if instead of living in it, to live it. It's time to just lose self, for once.

Oh, there goes another (prolly) incoherent mind talk. whoops.