The purpose of being alive

I realised that i have no real purpose in being alive. Ok, cept maybe (just maybe) to boost the economy (i will touch on that a little later). I feel strangely empty, void, blank, drained with no direction or drive. Somewat like a flat line (beeeeeeep), not unlike that u see on the heartbeat monitor of someone very dead.

Recently, i went on a rampage to throw stuff away. Yup, as many as i could or bear to. I dun know why. Probably i got sick of them lying around collecting dust and taking up space. Are they useless stuff, u ask? Not really (ok, granted i dun actually USE them). But they are stuff of sentimental value, stuff memories are made of. Old stuff collected over the years... old letters, movie tic stubs, holiday documents, hotel reciepts, etc. Some stuff were given by other people. I even found a note my first boyfren wrote with the heading '30 reasons why i love xxx' (xxx being me of cos). Yes, it was sweet. No, i do not wish to keep that. At least, NOW i dun wish to. So IT went into the bin with all the rest of the stuff.

I am in the midst of sorting everything out. Yes, i opened up many boxes of 'worms', so to speak. They are not even tiny cans. They are colossal boxes of WORMS! Sigh. Maybe it's precisely becos i feel empty that i feel like disconnecting with everything else (i.e. dumping stuff). I dun think i will miss them (the memories, i mean), neither will i be missed too.

Ok, now on a happy note. Yup, i do my best to boost the economy (the government would be very happy about that eh? Everyone in white all clap together now! Haha!). My latest shopping spree saw my 'assets' increased by the following items. 4 spaghetti tops (white, black, pink & blue), 1 pink cardigan, 1 short white skirt, 2 bras (white & pink), 4 thongs (can't recall the colors), 3 sexy satin nighties (black, red & gold), 1 black bag, 1 black pouch, 1 pair of 3 inch heels and 3 tubes of lip gloss. Along the way, i also bought pressies for some frens too. Now wouldn't u love to be my fren? Haha!