About this period in time every year, the voice inside my mind will surface. And as the years go, the voice gets louder and i get extremely sensitive to my existence. Like questioning who i am, what i want and whether i am on the right track. As far as i am concern, i'm all good and set for whatever that comes. But as with all things invisible, there's always a desire to quantify and tangibalise.

Reward for good behaviour measured against amount of money spent on materialistic stuff that actually doesnt really matter but serve it's purpose simply because of the level of difficulty in obtaining it.

This season i thought up a list of wants as proof to myself that i'm just like any other people.
I want to get the twin stars that i lost a couple of months back.
I want a new timekeeper to remind myself that life is short.
I want/ need to replace my tool of communication though i'm kinda sad that it's plague with sickness and almost impossible for regular functions.
I want to obtain a new purse for this is something of years ago and looked as if it's been through many catfights.

Things that i know i can jolly well live without. but somehow at this point in time it seems appropriate for a change.

change. yes. it is the only constant.