too busy
yet still slacking
and since some random douche spreads the link to the world, i guess taking a break would bring this peaceful page back to its state of solitude. just me, and maybe you and you who are reading these lines because you are being a real stalker
well...
life is transforming in that break-neck pace, riding its ferrari while past is still stuck with its.. hmm, fiat?
this analogy fits perfectly with this one line i read somewhere that goes: memories are fuel we burn to stay alive.
will i ever forget these days?
those places
these feelings
those people?
and you
......................................................................................................................
hope not
no i wont
i wont make it past, i'll probably name it with another name and gear it up with a lamborghini so that it will catch up with present
sometimes i wonder whether life would be easier if we should just follow orders, be who we should be, do what we are assigned to and think what was registered into our brain
cause i did not follow orders
I am not whom I should be
I am not doing what I'm supposed to do
I am not thinking the way I'm supposed to think
and life's hard
maybe only when it's hard that i can see the importance in those happy moments i had, to treasure what I'm having
nonsense stuff, blah blah blah
back to reality
studying like mad, aimlessly, every words i read is like a whole new world, every page flipped by is another slap to my face for sleeping during lecture in the past few months. hope i can make it for exam, top in school seems absurd, maybe one or two As would do, so keep finger crossed and mug hard
anything happens, must stay strong
cause
need to be there for her
so must be the man
do the right thing
stop blogging
start sleeping
and tomorrow shall be a productive day
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