wIErd

Some parts of me were changed.
i barely have time to read my Google Reader, find interesting stuffs from internet, enjoy music, stand alone, reflect and feel.
My concentration has been thrown to the reality.
Does it mean that i have a solid life?

Once I said, interest leads every effort, proudly and loudly. However, what is the driving force to me now? A fancy house? Lots of money? Attractive travel?
I dont want the pages sketching my life are flipped so fast.
I dont want to regret at the moment of dying.
Everything seems so fine now that I shouldn't have complained. But I just feel bad when I'm not occupied by anything.