when i'm bored, God, i think a lot (it rhymes)

its 2nd raya today, tired for doing nothing.. arghhh.. bored.. how i wish it was me on that plane to malaysia last friday.. unfortunately, i have to spend another raya for the 2nd consecutive time here in makassar..

im having this little weird feeling though, as for who I really am and such.. those sort of things or questions or dilemmas that one usually face when one has too many extra time to think.. im starting to doubt myself, am i really the person i always thought i am..? or am I someone who i once believed i'm not? or is this whole sick mind questions meant to be temporary in nature? or maybe i'm just to scared to admit? i'm questioning the very presence of questions which brought more questions.. sigh.. and heck, i don't have any answer..