2.23

Two o'clock in the morning, i got up from my bed and ate. Maybe it's the unsettling Charles Manson's story that i've been watching the whole night. Maybe it's the potential of everything that can be done but not done yet (i am talking cryptic here) that is so upsetting so i need to find consolation in food. Maybe both.

So i got up, ate my leftover coto, udang balado pete and lots of kemplang trying to discern my own thought and basically, trying to comfort myself and shut my thinking down so i can get my sleep.

Now it's 2.23. I think i need one big mug of that smelled so nice teh Prendjak. Oh well.