i am now facing my one-third-life-crisis.

at 24, i have friends who have walked the sacred paths of the Tibetans and breathe air of the ShangriLa highlands, friends who dropped their money bags and comfort for bricks and toil in the third-worlds, a she-friend who shares a story of how a rendezvous in the big apple land led the American-him to her, a he-friend who tells tales of a life marked by carnal pleasantries, debauchery and promiscuity... friends who do biathlon, triathlon and marathon, in search of the limit and beyond. friends who land into champion jobs and friends with golden bfs who make them god. friends who are doing masters and friends planning for business and more adventures. friends whose ambitions they hold and adhere and of which i lack and very much admire. needless and ashamed to say im no such friend to my friends from the above genre...

people i've known have been remarkable in their own big and small ways...for they have been to extraordinary places and have done extraordinary things...if you think you are one of them whom you most probably are...yes im really proud to be your friend and i thank you for giving me such pride...your strength, your courage i will salute for i do not have the guts to let go and let my dreams take flight. and if i can so let go and go free-spirited, cows will seriously fly and you will be guranteed a blow-job from me in no time.

yes im a procrastinator. and one of a pathetic life destined to dwell in one past's glory, live to tell an uneventful story and eventually pass off in her own armchair's lullaby.