Get your kicks while you can.

Then you go to work and pay the man.

-- Rob Thomas' song "Getting Late"

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Well Well. Goodnight.

This is the hour to feel right down in the dumps. It's just 1am (on a Sunday however), and that explains why I have to sleep like a good kid. All that rubbish about turning into an adult. :)

My dear blog, I really do feel like coming back to you.

I have this question to ask: Is it really all about work from here?

Again my questions are phrased in their usual dramatic way, and intended to envelop all there is to life.

Should I come back to you? I have been feeling like I want to be more productive. Which means I could be writing short fiction, instead of blogging about effervescent thoughts.

Dear God, who can tell me if life is but a pursuit of expenditure and expendable things? And is that the only way how happiness and relaxation come about? But what about fulfillment? Who's going to give me fulfillment? Even if I were to pay for it, I wouldn't necessarily find that. So, needless to say, googling about it did not get me anywhere either.

No, I didn't type 'fulfillment' in the search box. I just tried to find activities involving film. And I can't find anything to do about it, besides going to the movie theater every weekend.

It happens that at this moment, I'm listening to Radiohead's "The Tourist", and the song keeps playing "Slow down, slow down, slow down..."

I'm 23 going on 24. Yargggggh.

Can't I get to where I want to be soonest?

Somehow, I have this thought which I don't know if it's untrue or not.

To get to directing, my storytelling skills have to be of a fairly good standard first. As in, in terms of writing. Since I'm still not there yet with my technical skills. Is that how I can get 'recognized'?

I watch all these movies, but I'm losing my practice.

Ah, I miss blogging.

Is it time to come back again? :)