Being sick is underated, obviously

I have accomplished all my lecture, just one tiny little final thesis that i have to finish so that i finally get this stupid college degree. People say it's the hardest part, the most time-consuming and energy-consuming lecture. I mean, whatever, it's not like i've never been in rough situation before.

Now I have much spare time. Literally like a lot.
I mean it's kinda good because i can find out what i want. Beside that i got alot time to spend with close people around me.

But, earth, nature and even the universe don't let me get those joys. They conspire to make me sick instead.

The one who broke your heart is the one that actually can fix it.

Only you can make me feel bad about myself with just one single blow.

But you're also the one who can made me so blessed with all of those words come from your smart mouth.

Action speaks louder than words. So I'm not only gonna say that I hate you in celular level, I'm walking away from you, the one who constantly disrespect me.

Sweet Escape

I hate Monday, literally makes me moaning a lot, sadly not in the pleasant way. Most people share same hatred about Monday, who could blame us anyway.

Monday is like a reminder that life still sucks after we get a little bit of heaven in weekend.

Here’s the sweet escape of mine in the last weekend

For the last two days I spent weekend with some old friends, the closest ones, in the special city, where I mostly spent my youth, where I cherish love for the very first time, the place where I think I reached Self-actualization.

It’s an honor for me for having irreplaceable friends like them. They are as crazy as me and as wild as me. We share same sense humor. We see life in the same cool way.  We’re like one soul dwell in couple of bodies. We used to rule high school, wore crowns in that damned place.

For really brief two days, in that city of blinding lights, we barely slept, just wandered downtown and laughing and dancing and prancing.

I look back, I still feel the same way I did when I was 17, but those are the good old days and I wish I could stay.*These are P!nk’s lines.

Like every good things must come to an end. Life goes on. We seriously need a day between Saturday and Sunday.

It’s time to get back to ordinary miserable life.

The other 3 a.m

I hate staying up in this late.
Because it's too quiet and my brain force me to think random and wild things.
The worst part is sometimes I reminiscing every detail how i screwed my life and having huge regret and end up with me feeling so depressed for being such a loser.

It's really unfortunate that i rarely read books nowadays. I miss the old days when I didn't need to take sleeping pills and do some theraphy to help me sleep, because i have good books instead. Reading Books had been my lullabies till i don't know, i lost interest of it.

My most sleep distraction is internet. I'm using internet A LOT. I use it in pretty much almost any circumstances, happy times, rough times. I hardly contribute to thing called society.
People that never been internet shouldve been very secure about their life. Actually they don't miss it all that much. People are much happier if apples and blackberries are just fruits.

Don't hate the game, hate the player.
Anyway I just need something to blame.

Changes

You never realize how things changed until you meet some old friends.
Everything's changing. There's nothing stable in this world. The only static things are the changes itself.
Speaking of the changes. Changes can be very scary, in fact changes suck as fuck. Nobody likes changes, even if it leads us to the better path eventually.

This quiet midnight

in this middle of the night.
Feel a little overwhelmed.

Tomorrow is the day, the day that i promised you to meet each other. After moreless 2 years havent seen your existence, i'm sure as hell excited about our sweet arrangement.
I hope you don't change. Well technically growing up is human basic insting so you do change. Still I hope you are the same person that i'm always looking up to. I'm barely sleepy now because of the excitement.
:-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-)
no matter how many smiley faces i put doesn't really interpret how fascinated i'm thinking about tomorrow.

This Special Teacher

I have this teacher, the smartest person i have ever met.
He doesn't care about what people might say about him.
I kind of adore him. Not just because of his intelligence.
He always bring the cool topic in the class, he teach us beyond the material.
He even think beyond what people think.
He is the most 'deep' person i have known.
I always see something in me is in him.
I think we have a lot of things in common.
I hope i can be close to him, in positive way.