Bloggerism

If I remembered correctly, my last post was way back two weeks then.

My thoughts, borned in my mind and disappeared in it altogether.

Kickapoo makes me high. And maybe that's why I am blogging now.

A series of enjoyable, romantic and memorable events happened throughout this long period of stagnancy. School, club, friends, and of course, my dearest.

Amidst the colourful array of happenings, definitely there will be unexpectances. And sometimes, some things are not meant to be commented on because I am just an outsider.

To put it brutely, I feel damn disappointed about club work. And I know my committee members are as demoralised as I do. That's all I have for this issue.

I see good effort put in by her to accompany me and make me as happy as I could. Thank you for all these my dear. I really enjoyed myself with you, especially on Valentine's Day.

I find it hard to comment on things which I am familiar with, and it is indeed, tough to be the ham between the sandwich. You are just helpless and perhaps, useless in a way.

You just wish to wash your hands off affairs altogether. Because it is not my issue to start with.

Fate will find its way, somehow. If things are meant to happen, let it be. Nature will ultimately take over. If humans can ever manipulate Nature and Fate so easily, then this human interference is redundant.

I blog sometimes to make myself feel better because of my melancholy. But sometimes, I blog to deliver messages across. Too bad I don't know how to do sublimal messages. If not, I will brainwash all of you. Muahaha!

A week of work and stress awaits me. Beer anyone?

Good night people.

A Blogger's Life.

Sometimes, I feel that by blogging, it gives you a life by its own. No worries of rejection of thoughts, no worries of reprimand, no worries of conflicts of ideas.

Blogs accept you for who you are. Controversies, if any, lie in the minds of the readers. At least you yourself don't know who are they. That's comforting.

It is terrible to rant on when all you get are more arguments.

Sometimes I don't even understand myself. And I don't think I need more arguments to make me realise that. I just needed soothing words, not harsh sentences.

Definitely, that is not what you would want from someone whom you decided to be with for life.

Who don't have stress at this age? Is it all so hard to say how I had felt for the past few days and receive some consolation?

I understand that I am selfish on my part. But who isn't?

Can someone who understands me tell me why? Or does that someone ever exist?

Bloody hell. School work is stacking up, club work is building up and yet I receive no motivation. Or rather, I do receive motivations but somehow, just not strong enough.

The only constant in life is change. But no matter how drastic the changes are, I just hope that these changes can be compensated for in different ways. I don't want to quarrel because each word stabs my heart like nobody's business. Are compromises so hard to make?

Maybe I need to change my priorities in life. I have wrong priorities. Perhaps.

Who can ever satisfy my thirst? This thirst that I have always wanted. The thirst of someone who will always listen to your sorrows and make you feel better. Maybe this thirst is already satisfied in my life, just that I had forgotten how to appreciate things.

Indeed the art of appreciation is hard to master.