I'm supposed to be asleep by now, yet I'm blogging.

Have it ever crossed your mind; what happens when the past catches up on you? It's something scary I know.

Tell me why am I having such thoughts. I'm loving my life and I couldn't thank God any lesser. Perhaps it's just unexpected things we bump into, like dates and memoirs that gives us a recollection to what we've been through. Do you actually know when enough is enough?

After a downfall, what we all want is a new lease of life. Something positive to look forward to, but some people (like me) tend to fall on what's no longer there. My point is, I want to walk forward without having to look back. And that is something I've yet to achieve.

I'm grateful that I have loving friends that appreciate my presence. Like a clown, I find joy in making ridiculous jokes and poking fun at others. What's better than making others smile? I'll then laugh to myself just to join in the fun.

Perhaps it's also due to the fact that I care too much. One of my weakness I must say? But if you don't, you might as well we dead. Concern that you hold on dearly to, could've been the barrier to everything else. Oh well, I'm a good person and I shall care even if you're not aware of.

So far, I'm glad I've yet to touch it again. I thank God again for that strength. Temptations didn't get the better of me.

I'll just end with a good note; the past does not mould your future, directly. I feel better now.

And so, I had good meals today. Morning's orange juice was cooling; the colleauge bugged me to treat him that from my $8/day pay. Lunch's humungous chicken chop was accompanied by lame jokes causing the friend to have stomach ache. Following that, expensice ok-tasting waffles and soya bean drink. Dinner's KFC was 1/4 stolen. Apparently he said I gave him the bones.

Ok time check, it's late and I can hear singing voices.