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Wednesday, October 23, 2002

i've started painting my nails a new colour. it's called Peacock 54b... love the shade of blue on my nails. i need a change in my colour schemes. everywhere around me is green, brown, different shades of purple... but what other colors are out there anyway? yellow, orange.. silver? gold? black?. so i need someone to convince me if not nothing much is gonna change around here...

like that fact that these posts are getting fewer and shorter everyday...

no inclination to write anymore. as said before, there's so many more interesting things to do besides this blogger thing. i've lost my impetus to write, rant and create insipid tales about my life and others.. i'm not content to place my stake in this digital world.. or the world in general. something sadly is missing... like the missing something in bossa nova beats. they always seem to carry on without an ending to its bland sweetness..you feel that you can linger always within its syncopated beats but there's a dissatisfaction that's driving your discontentment and then .. bossa nova isn't enough anymore. this sweetening blend of blandness in life is not enough anymore. it's a blessed thing but not enough to make life meaningful.

so God... what's next? am i really prepared to step out of this? what do You think?

posted by happyhannon at 10:30 AM