Round & Round

It felt like yesterday or was it the day before...I guess days have not meant much lately. It's the sequence that counts now. It's Friday again tomorrow. A week has gone by unnoticed and i've barely achieved anything of any significance. Not that i'm complaining over the norm...just something i would like to remind myself about from time to time.

It's the F1 weekend. The entire world i'm in has been talking about it since May or so. Those without tickets, those who have bought the cheapest walk-the-road, and those who were in some fancy clubs that could grant them a classy seating complete with food and wine. And also cost about 7,500 dollars for a 3-day view. Imagine the amount of energy, effort and money poured in just for a 3-day theme event...while the other half of the world starved, went bankrupt in crisis or just patiently awaiting the coming of a new disaster. The world...THIS world...is an interesting place to live.

With my WoW suspended since last week, I'm beginning to live the life I've left behind some time ago. Though i managed to get Spore last week, it's never quite the same anymore. I'd rather spend my nights writing nonsense or reading news, or even have a few laughs over chats. I'm no longer a swift resto druid or a powerful arcane mage. I'm just the plain old me...no powers; plenty of boring nights to come. Guess i'm gonna have to grit my teeth and bear with it. Or least, hold on till I find a new purpose.

My new creature stage