Tuesday, 12 December 2006


When boredom strikes, I put myself to a stop. I can't go anywhere. I turn to autopilot mode.

Questions come and I welcome them. I became busy at the thought of what to answer.

And then, I became busy again. The boredom is left untouched. It awaits for another state.

Boredom became a love-hate relationship on my part. I came to detest the state of knowing not what to do ---of being suspended on air.
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