And look straight into my eyes. There you will find a (narcist) man who is lonely inside but (looks) busy out there :p

Only if you could read mind (/soul) that is. Because when you’re not, all you could see is only a tired insomniac guy with a swollen left eye. And why am I doing this (*writing on this spaces) you may asked? The only appropriate answer to such question is this: a pathetic attempt to kill the time. Not that I don’t have another more useful and productive activities to do, but simply because I’m not in a mood to do those things. Or just too lazy you may say.

So what’s with the eyes? Nothing, they’re just having problems *as usual*. But yes, maybe because I just slept at 1am this morning and wake up again at about 3.30. After I had a meal, I decided not to have another sleep. I’m just sick to wake up too late each and every day. Wake up at 9am then get out of the bed at 10am every day is not a good start of one’s life isn’t it?

Now, looking at how beautiful a morning can be and how I missed those chances to enjoy an early start of my every adventurous day, I come up with a deep wish, to be able to come to live (again) earlier everyday.

Peace. Out.