Pitstop

I'm at one of life's pitstops, in which i feel safer remaining in e trenchhole i myself jumped into, rather than jump out and face the going-ons outside. hmm.. i wonder how the demised soldiers in the trenchwar felt in their own trenches.

Staying inside the trench doesnt mean i'm safe and sheltered too. just... relatively more so. But i'm still susceptible to rain, sun, and what nots. Not exactly the perfect place to be in, just a grade better then being fully exposed.

There is so much to say, yet everytime i open this browser, my mind goes blank.

Email. The wonders of email. There is still one email untyped, unsent. I prefer using email because i can express alot, much much more than if i told him in person. I'll get it done soon.

My SHORT haircut has significance you know? lol. go figure.