warning : excessive personal post containing thoughts and opinions you might find unsuited for.
First of all, writing decently for the blog seems to be as hard as trying to do my homework. Except for the context that blogging is more of a word play of what i have in mind. So be lucky enough that tonight i’m actually doing a full post.
I came to read blogs; well really. I don’t write much, but i travelled from blog to blog everyday. That sudden urge to write on my own pops,because too many materials tried to fit this tiny brain of mine. Then they vanished when i click the ‘Add New Post’ button. That fear of “what if anybody found my writing offensive” and “what if they starts chirping about the thoughts i wrote” etc etc. But for all the nonsense, the horse shits i’ve encountered up til now (and the little “Just write.” quotation on the dashboard really helps), i reached to the tip and say to myself : who gives them a flying fuck.
Starts off with “how do you do? ” I am always confused with the term “how do you do”. Such pointless question, where it is meant to be answered with another “how do you do” . Come to think of it, it doesn’t really answer your question like “how are you?” or “how’s life been?”. Maybe “how do you do” is created to conceal our own living status, not answering the question and just questioning back. Quite a trick.
How do you do, over there? I know the barriers are just too much. You’ve been busy with new life, new atmosphere and surroundings. I have been undeniably ignorant, disappointing, and full of myself. There is nobody left to blame amongst us. It’s hard to watch how cold this feeling has been, but is it possible to bring it back the way it used to be? You’ve moved on, you’re steps steps steps ahead me. And i have become nothing but one of your good memories. I don’t really expect us to return to the old, but at least, i think the level of ignorance we have is enough. Cause if this continues, i am all but sure about how this will collides. I’ve had enough of people came and go about in my life, and it doesn’t ring as a good idea.
Truthfully, i am happy that you are engrossed with your days. At the same time, i felt the less of a person that matters to you anymore. Did I changed? Did you changed? Did people around you speaks words of me that changes your perspectives about me? Well you know what? They lied. The only thing i have ever thought about you was “I MISS YOU” . nothing more nothing less. Even after the pain that you scarred on that very night, on the passenger seat, missing you is something i bear to myself. Reality check : sometimes i cried, shocked by the reality of how you take me as. I often asked myself “What have i possibly done wrong?”, then i realized that that question is the same as a “how do you do?”. And maybe ever since then, i did become the more ignorant me. Ignorance is deadly, ignorance is painful, ignorance is sometimes the only way to be safe from the scars.
-i’ll be alright. just not tonight.
monday again. homework is piling up and im hungry, yet i do some self shots above all.
the best i can array here. top is from Topshop, maxi skirt from Lucyd Acyd. and i think this is my first outfit post?
well, back to monday.
I’ve been having this crazy dream, or should i call it wish for quite a while.
Traveling to Europe. Alone. :)
source : tumblr
Might sound pretty much absurd and unrealistic, but hearing the idea of going anywhere on tour with
big fams don’t bring the same excitement as if i imagine i am alone. Scary much, i know. But imagine all the adventures, all the experiences, all the new people to meet. No need for luxurious accommodations and all, all that matters is the fun i will have there.
If i truly manage to go there alone, the list of things i’m taking :
- enough cash to survive with foods, transportations, and some teenie -weenie fun
- camera, phone, laptop
- few of my most comfortable attires + coats
- instant noodles
- etc of other necessities
I am so doing researches for the backpacker’s information, estimating the cost, filtering the countries to visit, and freaking save some cash to make my dream comes true before i die.
hello and i adore Jason Mraz.
- rio de janeiro
- yorkshire terrier
- books of epic adventures
- picnic inside a solitude wood
- white sand beach
- a ticket to everywhere