eccentrically exhausted 18 sticks in 6 hours...

yes, im truly exhausted...exhausted to the bones, but i feel alright. 2hrs of sleep in 48hrs has no effect on me...i wonder...

is the excitement of a new working partner or is it that swamps of work downpour onto me? maybe is the feeling of having hope for the future again, having the destination to run to again....a purpose for life....or is it because i have found new 4-letter word? i wonder....

it doesn't matter what is it...but what matters is...im happy in whatever corners i could squeeze in...i'm still having reservation in certain degree but i'm happy to be able to worry...well, not really...but is the joy of feeling youthful again...the energy just keep flowing in...or the joy of able to be purposeful? i wonder...

a friend asked, when was the last time you blog?....but im running out of inspiration sometimes...does inspiration really matter? but i think is the spur of moment matters the most...im exhausted...sleepless, excited and a little insane...i will write anything...something that might not even make sense to me or anyone...something that i will laugh about few months down the road....of how eccentric i'm at this moment...will i laugh so hard when i read this post?...i wonder...

but it doesn't matter...this is just a record of the moment of feeling all-directional...seriously..i don't know what am i writing but i will laugh when i read this back when i'm sober :)

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