Seems I only write blog under three circumstances: bored, depressive and emotional.
Now I'm bored since it's 3am but I still have no intention to sleep at all.
Unconsciously I started thinking a lot again, and I found I'm becoming desperately impassive day by day as I have no specific feeling anymore when recalling past things.
I don't know whether it's good or not, but clearly I bloody hate to be a man without sentiments waiting for death.
Stayed at home for the whole day, sleep, play PS3, read "Treasury Bond Basis", neither happiness nor misery.