Half-burnt wood..
alright.. time to give some time to my blog.. been busy lately.. was at home only for the sake of sleeping most of the time.. really wanted to complain about something but well.. complain doesn't help.. so why bother..
maybe 21st birthday is a big thing.. i don't know.. i pass it like my every other days.. with the exception of a small celebration by my troupe mate.. really thank them for the surprise although the lights were out too long to realise that the birthday cake was coming.. haha.. but thanks..
21 years had passed.. flashbacks of what happened to me in the past always occurs whenever i'm alone on the bus.. looking out of the window without any focus and ideas of what's outside.. natural but yet different.. that's what i've always been trying to be.. a significant individual..
maybe too significant.. likes and hates seem to be under the light.. i was always thinking why couldn't people who hates me like me like those who likes me.. but it all came to a resolve when this sentence came out from a ramen stall holder.. "remember.. you cannot satisfy the tastes of all customers.."
how peasant-ly yet profound..
maybe 21st birthday is a big thing.. i don't know.. i pass it like my every other days.. with the exception of a small celebration by my troupe mate.. really thank them for the surprise although the lights were out too long to realise that the birthday cake was coming.. haha.. but thanks..
21 years had passed.. flashbacks of what happened to me in the past always occurs whenever i'm alone on the bus.. looking out of the window without any focus and ideas of what's outside.. natural but yet different.. that's what i've always been trying to be.. a significant individual..
maybe too significant.. likes and hates seem to be under the light.. i was always thinking why couldn't people who hates me like me like those who likes me.. but it all came to a resolve when this sentence came out from a ramen stall holder.. "remember.. you cannot satisfy the tastes of all customers.."
how peasant-ly yet profound..
when the ink of the pen died.. you just maximised its use..


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