[emo trip: sober and confused, trapped in a repeating lullaby.]
surprised myself with the things i can do. i didnt know i could until i tried. and the results are amazing. im really proud of my work. with many thanks to corel photo paint of course. plan next is to have them printed out ey? heh.
i always make friends at the wrong time, no offense to anyone. ive noticed this pattern about my life everytime which makes me certain that im not just spouting out some baseless fact.
ada apa denganmu? (peterpan)
the turmoils never end for us. im going to stop questioning (though i badly want to) and just concentrate on the end result. im fine as long as the end result is not The End. i hate capital letters.
the 1st days sucks. the 2nd days sucks. the 3rd day sucks. consequent days are not any better. and then the 1st week of being untied down. then months go by. soon, years. and you'll forget the things you've hung dearly to. it's never better, we all know that.
the many sacrifices we make seem useless at the end. no one appreciates it, as another sad friend of mine pointed out. oh boo hoo, a relationship takes two to tango, no?
moments lost. too many of them.
it's said that humans are exorbitant exhibitionists. proven by the existence of blogs, so said they. motion agreed though some treats a blog like a place to weep. i am the prove of that. i just proved that i (along with many others) am an exhibitionist. though i hate full frontal attention.
wear a feather mask and cover my face for i have no interest to face the world, much more do anything else. coughing up many transfers and that elusive job still pokes fun at me.
which reminds me ive been a somewhat successful applicant. can i live with it?
we all can, dear friend. we all will.