the world’s a stage, Shakespeare says…… so, put on your mask and be a fucking actor? Try to ignore reality and continue being stupid as i might, sometimes i just have to stop and give myself a figurative shake of my shoulders ( i can’t really do that physically) and ask myself: what the fuck am i doing?
I haven’t done it for such a long time, one might think those days were gone forever, but no..
Standing there in the dingy smoke i could only ask again and again: whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck…..
Any excuses? Plenty available if i try to think. Karma? I’d bet so. Taste of my own medicine? If i choose to swallow it…
It’s the same really. I haven’t changed, however much i should. The question is whether will i eventually even choose to do anything about it.
As Ben Stiller says in the Heartbreak Kid, fuck me.
It was a good night out, though. Riding across the tram tracks on the back of Nagore’s bike with the tram inches away from slamming into us is something to remember. Nagore, incidentally, is the best cyclist in Gent. Takes some nerves and belief in your vehicle to ride full-speed in front of an onrushing tram, really…………
so basically did ur life flash past u?
stop with the sarcasm haha. it was hardly life-threatening..rather, it brought back memories of driving on kl highways ;p