silent sigh

these days have been filled with nothing but food, shopping and men.

(the last bit sounds weird innit. but sad to say it's only been a relentless conversation topic and no attainable catch is in sight. yet.)

i find myself getting more and more voracious in a very hedonistic sense. no amount of good food, nice clothes, and hot men (ha ha) can satisfy me. these things leave me with a hollow emptiness somehow - after all that's been said and done and i'm here sitting in front of my comp lookin like a real slob.

Introspective is not an adjective that i can use on myself very much lately. more often than not, i'm more concerned about when and where's my next dose of 'fun'. i want this i want that - i'm disgusted with myself.

and tired of the socializing activities. there's only so much of these i can take. since when did i talk so much to people i barely know? draining. and nothing but superficial crap at that.

worst of all, i hardly even talk to God now.

solitude is essential to existence as a human being. hence, holidays please come quick, before i lose myself in the crowd which doesn't really give a damn.