virgin entry..

ahh... i've never been big on blogger and stuff like this.heh cos' i've always been under the impression that if you've feelings to express, do it in your diary!! who really comes out and throws all their thoughts and innermost ideas out on the web for any random passerby to read about, anyway?but giving vent via typing really does provide an indescribable sorta relief,i must admit. and this also means i'll have something else to do when i come online (other than surfing friendster,which i must admit i'm getting rather sick of, blog-hopping and well... nothing else,really), thus the birth of this!

i dunno why.. but a strange sort of melancholy fills me inside.and it's always during times like this - in the dead of the night,when the house rings empty and i know i'm the only conscious one around. maybe it's the loneliness,i dunno. and listening to songs like lisa ono's "pikake" isn't helping much; quite the contrary, it sets you in this really sad,melancholic mood which,for me, translates into somewhat disgusting self-pity. self-pity?for what? heh beats me,too. hah i'm so capable of this.. of sinking into the pits of depression for reasons even i can't fathom (cos' they're just probably too insignificant).infact, i feel quite comfortable wallowing about in this pool of self-pity i've single-handedly created. -laughs-

i'm going quite mad,aren't i? ahh i went for kickboxing class today.rach backed out at the last min and spent the time flipping through mags.wad a slacker.well, she doesn't need it anyway!!meeting her again tmr.i hope she'll bounce back - really miss her spontaneity and vivacity.

heh moby's music has this really ethereal quality to it. puts you to ease...tells you to relax. conveys a subtle sense of eventuality; it's like... dreams blended with a sharp dose of realism. i like it.

-sighs-