Gripe gripe gripe. It's always sooo easy to just gripe about this and that and thiisss and thhhaaat. But it purges the bile from within, somewhat anyhow.
I've passed the stage of aimless wandering and feeling restless and brain-less. I feel like pulled towards multiple directions by powerful magnets, trying to stay steady, not really moving far in effort to stand. If anything, I feel the need to act and think a lot more older, I think it's true that people here in M'sia grow up faster, they turn into real adults sooner as roles dictate than in the West, at least in MI. So...I've not come up to par in terms of maturity, but have gained more knowledge. Or so I hope for the latter. But heck.