Hey, I'm bored of my life. It seems worthless for now (look, this is what having a routine life do to me). Just getting pass living day to day is a waste of oxygen and time. I want to do something massive, something I wouldn't have dared to in the past. I want a breakthrough. I can't really define what exactly. Maybe an act of impulse but not plain stupidity. Or something revolutionary, or inspiring to even ants. Something proud that I've done/attempted/achieved to tell my friends and future wife and kids. What, what...? ... I don't have any vice. How can a guy have no vices? I don't smoke, I don't drink, I don't sleep around, I don't do drugs. I do play small pranks, that's not counted right? And I play truant, in school and work, and I talk to my imaginary friends and belongings, which is not a vice too right? I'm really bored. If you see any arson case tomorrow on the papers it might be me. Alright I'm kidding. You might have realised that this blog entry serves absolute zero purpose I'm just really bored tonight, and my bones and even the smallest veins running deep in my spine are itching for an adventure. Yes! I get it now, I'm feeling restless 'cus I'm experiencing the symptoms of travelopherea, it's a serious addiction, to traveling which is. The only medication is air tickets, better when it's one way. And now I see my huge backpack, it's been fighting for my attention. It's sitting right on top of my cabinet with a R.I.P sign on it. Now I'm really starting to see a bright halo on my backpack. My camera is threatening me that it's going to blind itself because it has been seeing nothing interesting for months now. And my sneakers, the shoe laces are eating up and slowly digesting the soles with every single step I take. Now I really need to jet to somewhere and do something, before I myself start to decompose, yea that's one of the deadly symptoms too. I gotta go, my limbs are telling me they're going to write a letter, and it's a goodbye letter, saying they're going to detach themselves from me to find a better owner who can take them overseas for some huge ass adventure they've been craving for. Now I feel my organs failing, my heart slowly putting itself to sleep, as a protest. I think this is really going to be the end of, me, my life as Kenneth Tan, a boy/man who has no vices but has a severe addiction to travelling. Goodbye Grandma, Aunty and Dad, I love you. And Jing, I pull your tail every day but deep down I really love you too. Jovan, Leying, Da, Poo, Drea, Jes, Gajan, Naing, Arisya, Khay, Sitze, Derek, Lings, Nick, Adam, Paul, Selina, Rina, Dan, Megan Fox, Agyness Deyn, Marion Cotillard, Kate Beckinsale, my neighbour Totoro, and my pillow and my toothbrush, good bye. My dearest little cousin, I hope you get H1N1 so you can pass it to me and I can get long mc from work. But I guess it doesn't matter now, alright I hope you'll blossom into a hot chick but not with a bad attitude. Goodbye now. Goodbye world. **edited** This is getting a little too serious, this entry was written out of boredom and I'm fine, really.. Committing suicide is not the breakthrough I'm talking about and I don't have any suicidal thoughts, not at all. I'm not emo, nor depressed.