The extend of the boredom.
Hi. Hello. Am 31. Officially. The passing of being in the 20's to the 30's used to suck. But now am 31. And here's a perspective. In 9 years, I'll be in the same age as those Hollywood movie characters who dreads being 40 and looking back at life asking to himself "What the fuck have I done with my life ?" Its all a little bit cliche. But that's a perspective alrite.
I'm drifting. And I know it. But I let it anyway. There's no boom. There's no bang. Life is just too quiet. Fuck, am getting old. And its a dreadful feeling. Not dreadful in a bad kind of way. Its just dreadfully boring. The highlight of my weeks now are United matches, and they are if I am honest, gawdawful.
I feel like the best of my years have gone passed and I didn't even know.
And its kinda sad.
p/s: Happy birthday, Fakhrol. You darn beautiful thing you.
p/s/s: Oh hey look who's back. Its the Positve Me!
p/s/s/s: I must look like a lunatic now. Pulling a monologue like that. Thank God nobody's reading -_-'