It's bizarre to think that it has been 4 years since I last posted something on this dusty old blog.
This is first and foremost the original blog, the emotional dumpster for everything that I can't process in that tiny head of mine. Since it does not fit into crafty geeky, which is more fashiony, nor travelune, which documents a former life in London, it materialises here, in confessions, because I am going to vent to my heart's desire.

This cloud in my brain hasn't been clearing for the last 24 hours. It comes with a realisation that I am past invincible after hitting late 20s. I wonder if John Mayer ever felt this way years after Room for Squares has been released and when No Such Thing is no longer the definitive song that defined that underdog spirit of his, back in the day?

They say the sky is the limit, but am I doing anything to reach the skies? Am I living a purpose driven life? I don't know if I am steering it in the right way, though in all honesty, it's not the way I'd imagine it to be. I did not turn out to be the person I thought I was suppose to become. Like I once told someone, I felt like the fire in me died out some time ago, and I have no idea how to reignite it. How do you summon drive?

One part of me wonders if I cut out for corporate life.