Craps

OKe, udah berapa abad ya gak ngisi blog?
Dari Desember.
Nggak penting lagi? Lost interest?
There had been a major shifts in every aspects of my life.
I can say i'm much more morbid then I used to be. If someone in particular read this, he, I know this for sure, would be rolling around laughing his majestic arse off.
I'm not sure just how serious people perceived me to be.
Not too serious, I suspect.
Because I let my craziness loose too often, they think I don't have any deeper contemplative side...at all.
That can't be too good. It can only be goof.

OK!
Isu minggu ini

Freedom
BEBAS


FREEDOM


When you stop something, it provides a start for something else.

You don't have freedom, what you tought as freedom is actually a set of new boundaries you yet crossed.

Bah, gombal macam apa pulak itu!

Once again I felt extremely lonely in a crowd last night. We were in a party. It was quite okay. And then, this guy, he stepped in, started to dance. I didn't pay too much attention at first. Had known him and met him before. Didn't really catch it on until last night.

I'm not that sad.
I'm not that sad.
But in the crowd, I'm lonely.

"I keep falling in love, I keep passing out, when I see a face like you."--Radiohead

I should blame it on the Blackstar gitu kali??

This is crazy.
All advice coloumn would say something like "Don't give it out too much" or "Don't look too wanting, expecting, needy" or "Don't expect anything too much"
Yeah right. Well, after about a year and a half of consecutive wooing by the same person, I daresay it is HARD not to expect anything. I expected every-thing!
Oh, how about this "Don't think that the world won't be as beautiful, when you don't have someone to share it with"
What idiot wrote that?
It's like this, once you get used to wear clothes, and then you strip it off, you'd want to wear clothes again. You know how effective the clothes are in fending off the chill at night, or ward off the bugs from getting a sap of your precious blood... should you feel nudity is only natural, you'd want the clothes atleast when you're out in the swamps, at night.
So...that's what it is. It's like clothes. You can change it as much as you want, but you want to keep atleast one!
And why would I want to pretend I don't want one? When I obviously do?

I'm smart.
Too smart.
They are after me. (not)

Moral: Don't EVER read advice coloumns. They only going to make you feel worse.

But basically I think I should go out more often.
Don't you?