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i start a lot of entries and never end them. then i save them into my drafts and forget about them. i should finish what i write. but then again, i should do a lot of things and i shouldn’t do a lot of things.

i should not call you a fat lazy bugger. i should not laze around all day and watch traffic. i should come home early and should not go out so much. i should stop shopping and i should start thinking about next year with regards to my degree and majors.

actually, i don’t think that list of things i should do or ought not to do has not matured greatly. that’s unsettling.

apart from realising that i have not departed much from my lesser years, i have been eating my way around Singapore. And though i’ve put on far more weight than i should, the joy i derive from the food far outweighs the displeasure of being round. man, i feel as if i’ve written stuff about this before and about progression too.

maybe this post is more about Déjà vu than it is about progression or food. yeah, i think i’ve been going through that lately. i feel as if the same exact thing happens over and over again. piss me off. stop it. maybe this is linked to my thoughts of underdeveloped progression.

damnit. what the hell am i talking about?