vanity. hunger. betrayal. jealousy. wrath. revenge.
the only thing i can do to distinguish myself is commit to my craft.
these sensations are juvenile.
there are other plateaus to traverse in life. and i will find more meaning at the end. when there will be something still going on when even human life is extinguished.
so here's to anyone who cares: at least i know what i want in life now. and i'm gonna get there. do you?
new york is really awesome. all my concerns in Singapore have been given a new perspective.
soon now, i will standing at the top of the rockefeller and shouting my arrival in the new world.
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