SikaMikaNico

\/\/hat i$ life?

I$ it the choice$ \/\/e make.

I$ it the moment$ \/\/here everything i$ a blur and \/\/e fall?

I$ it love?

Another problem \/\/ith my fucking computer.. The letter you put before oulmate - Mi$$ing

The letter you put before anagundo - Mi$$ing \/\/

It'$ like $omeone i$ $lo\/\/ly trying to take our computer a\/\/ay. I$ thi$ a puni$hment of $ome $ort or $hould i ju$t go on \/\/ith my life thinking

$hit Happen$.

My life feel$ like it'$ on a hold up.. you kno\/\/ the feeling you get \/\/hen you're \/\/aiting for $omething?

I have that feeling all the time.

As of now I'm officially a blogger again, it's been a while and I don't know if I still have the magic juice it takes to put words together and form a sentence that is interesting enough for people to read. Since my last entry I have come to a very important conclusion regarding life.. I've actually come to a number of conclusions but this one seems like it's the only one that's appropriate enough to be mentioned here. After all, my mother could happen to stumble upon my blog and I don't think I'm ready for that phone call just yet.

My conclusion is..

It never happens as you imagined it.