It is around 1 in the morning and I can’t sleep. A lot of things been going around my head for the whole day… actually, a whole week. Well, make that a month.
I have a, what I consider, a stable career and a non-crazy-life. Which, of course is fine for anyone who would like to live a normal life, whatever.
But I don’t want a normal life, I want an awesome life. I feel as if I should be doing more in this world than just having routine days. Wake up, go to work, go to bed, and repeat. Sure, I need to work or else how would I survive? How would anyone survive? Unless you’re one of the guys who smile when they withdraw their money from the ATM. Haha.
Now I play online games a lot. I also watch videos online a lot. But none of them entertains me as much as they have when I was younger. I guess that’s what getting old is like.
Come to think of it (I always wanted to use this sentence), I am actually missing home very badly. Very bad. So bad that if I have they money right now, I would ship all my stuff over here, including my car, to my hometown and just fly back home the next day when everything is settled.
Yes, that’s it. I need to go back. Back to Sabah.