pointless blah. i've hit a quarter life crisis. everyday, i wake up in the afternoon and laze around my house in my boxers till the late afternoon before proceeding to the shower to rid myself of any health danger. it's become so much so like a ritual, an utterly meaningless ritual. and somtimes i wonder how i've stooped to this: meaning-bloody-less. so anyway, in my most recent meaningless ritual, i chanced upon something. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. if you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give it to no one, not even an animal. C.S. Lewis but then Mr lewis loved and got married so his actions contradicts his saying hence it now can be deemed as pointless. so basically, it's meaningless once again.
