life has been mundane as it used to be, so i havent got much purpose in blogging about the every minute bits of my brilliant life(how sarcastic i am to myself man).

two things, there are two things that have set me thinking, again. and splendidly, these two things are both bringers of resolutions, to my life problems.

firstly, it's about discrimination, between two reasons to feel, that often perturbs guys. do you like/feel for things for what they appear to be, or what they really are? that has been a resounding thought, or rather question in my mind. i've gotta figure that out, and so should many gentlemen out there. think about it.

secondly, it's about something that i read, not so long ago. (well, just a couple of hours ago, from someone who probably doesnt wish to be identified at all) it tells me: dont worry always, some people never stop finding reasons to be sad, i should choose to be happy and always keep my head up. there's gotta be somewhere i'm gonna make a difference. stand up & speak up. thanks, i appreciate your words, if you read my blog at all. i, fully, get what you mean:D

nothing much about my life to blog about actually. it's been normal. friends, we can always talk so it's needless for me to update you on the little happenings of my humble life. (now this sets the contrast from the beginning)

good night!

hey you know it's just fucking(pardon my expression, it has to be this radical, trust me) depressing, disappointing and disparaging when you don't recover well from an injury, especially after laying so much effort into procedures like surgery, physio, rehab. i still have a little faith in myself and won't give up that easily i guess. i want to pull through this and return to full fitness, however challenging and time consuming the process.

good night

treasure what you have and don't get hurt. when you do, you find it hard to come back.

well i'm feeling empty, not that there was much possession to begin with anyways. just that it's like the episode is ending and fading away. it's synonymous to some movie aftermaths where you indulged all your senses in the film so much that when you turned your back on the theatre, you probably felt and remembered nothing. it just feels similar here and there. i dont know just yet, maybe another chapter might unfold(or the producers plan to shoot an extension), just as the many trilogies out there that surfaced unexpectedly. by the way, emptiness doesnt equate nor is it inclusive of sadness.

haha i touched football for the first time in about 5 months. it's a little rusty i guess. and i dont deny that i still carry this horrific baggage of the acl rupture and fear to do certain things. i'll gradually work things back, though i'm not even past my rehab period yet.

bye!

empty, for me, is like losing touch of what has happened and gaining nothing of what's going to happen, soon.