Still remember those times when I kept saying ah men is all about intelligence. Never thought that I actually am creating my own baggage. Funny thing about someone who is a knowledge addict is you'll realize how small and stupid you are in this majestical big world when you sit beside him and I'm not talking about the world as in this one planet only because that would only put a limit for us to go far beyond any other possible things. That baggage I create should actually be able to boost me up to somewhere higher than where I am now but the problem now is I didnt cling to the baggage. I dumped the baggage and simply moved on without any positive progression. That's what we call stupid should I say. I need to focus on the pain and deeply feel it without probing it.
It's not like I'm carrying an emotional baggage or whatsoever but it's a baggage where you feel the need to fulfill something you actually still dont have. What I propose is,instead of merely moving on and brushing my suffering aside,I should just try to observe my pain shouldnt I? Though I did not feel under any obligation to do that. Okay stop I dont want to divulge this thing any further because you might think different of me later and I really dont want you to have any bad impression of me. Oh by the way,I would like to take this opportunity to tell those who are still reading mrdbs not to tell anyone about this blog of mine. I trust you and I implore you not to do that because this is the only social website that I feel secured and can actually write almost anything and everything. Trust me I have lots of things to write but I tell you,huh I'm too stupid of a person to value my time highly and spare some time to actually just sit and write something here. Well I use my notebook a lot nowadays. So basically everything that I wanted to write is there.
Ah what a nice time to actually sit on my study table and type this post using my brother's laptop,my lovely notebook beside it,my Oxford Advanced Learner's Dictionary in front of me though I have opened the application on this laptop already and some of Haruki Murakami's books on this table,also not forgetting letters from a friend who I treasure most scattered on this table with a cup of Iced Nescafe that I put on a very cute Lawak Kampus coaster. Also a very wonderful weather now. If you dont follow,I'll tell you,it's raining now. Ah. What a really good time to pour out everything. Too bad I'm gonna go to work soon. So...yeah. Still couldnt write much. Talking about work,I can write you a ten-page long of an essay if you want me to. But still cant beat him.
Talking about him,I can spend forever trying to comprehend what's actually going on in his mind. Ask me and I'll fudge the answer. Until next time.
It's not like I'm carrying an emotional baggage or whatsoever but it's a baggage where you feel the need to fulfill something you actually still dont have. What I propose is,instead of merely moving on and brushing my suffering aside,I should just try to observe my pain shouldnt I? Though I did not feel under any obligation to do that. Okay stop I dont want to divulge this thing any further because you might think different of me later and I really dont want you to have any bad impression of me. Oh by the way,I would like to take this opportunity to tell those who are still reading mrdbs not to tell anyone about this blog of mine. I trust you and I implore you not to do that because this is the only social website that I feel secured and can actually write almost anything and everything. Trust me I have lots of things to write but I tell you,huh I'm too stupid of a person to value my time highly and spare some time to actually just sit and write something here. Well I use my notebook a lot nowadays. So basically everything that I wanted to write is there.
Ah what a nice time to actually sit on my study table and type this post using my brother's laptop,my lovely notebook beside it,my Oxford Advanced Learner's Dictionary in front of me though I have opened the application on this laptop already and some of Haruki Murakami's books on this table,also not forgetting letters from a friend who I treasure most scattered on this table with a cup of Iced Nescafe that I put on a very cute Lawak Kampus coaster. Also a very wonderful weather now. If you dont follow,I'll tell you,it's raining now. Ah. What a really good time to pour out everything. Too bad I'm gonna go to work soon. So...yeah. Still couldnt write much. Talking about work,I can write you a ten-page long of an essay if you want me to. But still cant beat him.
Talking about him,I can spend forever trying to comprehend what's actually going on in his mind. Ask me and I'll fudge the answer. Until next time.