11 pm. That is the time when I usually leave the office or gets home. After six months of exposure to 'work', I'm finally feelling all the stress and sleeplessness. It's so irritating. But hey, It's my fault. I might as well swallow it all.
It's me. Johnjan. I'm back.
I must admit that it's been a long time since I've written something in my blog that I'm having a hard time pulling out the all the right words to define the story or random yakiti-smakiti that I want to blabber here. So much stories within the past six months that are dying to be told. Oh my I'm going mental again. But some stories cannot be told. Some pieces are yet still missing. Some parts are still unwritten. But who cares? Time will come and these stories are going to show-off their bare bodies. Just watch the clock while it's ticking away.
I'm burnt out. Need some sleep.