MIGHTY MORPHINE POWER RANGER REACTIVATE.

Hi! So I am writing again. This is just one blog I cannot stop visiting, checking and well, doodling on. Do you doodlog? If you know what I mean...

ANYWAY, I realise there really isn't anything else to go back to when I am old but this. I don't keep pictures. I mean I don't have them printed and saved in thick albums to show guests in supposedly not-photo-album-making-more-so-showing-off gatherings. Also, I don't have a diary. I did attempt before when I was in my idealisticish years. But my bratty sister and nosey environment just killed it.

SO I AM BLOGGING. No, I am no trying to explain why this and many others exist. I'm just, hmm, blogging. :D

I graduated in April and since then, I think I haven't been with at-least-engaging-to-talk-with peeps. Normally now, I get up early and check my mail and wait the night off for, well, another online activity. Not that being online is totally draining and deterioratory (SO?!), it's just not like those brains you meet walking forcing you to think before they speak.

I thought I had been slacking too much I should do something. And I did. I swear I did. That's exactly why I realise now working with other people does not necessarily mean growing. Sometimes it just makes you think you can be better than those with Dr. or some titles alike before their names.

I mean:

An alien: What is the opposite of sad? Isn't it joy?

Me: Definitely! With a big f! :D

An alien: I knew it! I thought this was too simple for examiners.

Me: Is this what I paid three hundred for? Are you serious you're, hmm, licensed? Or okay, a human being?

I mean:

The world will surprise you. I remember once hearing from someone who thought himself great that out there was a disappointing place because not only you wouldn't be with people you'd rather be, these people weren't replaceable at all.

Maybe he was right when he said that. After all, he experienced it so he came back to where he's from only to find out that what he was left with were people who didn't want to be with him.


OKAY. This is getting more complicated than I thought. What I want to say, which I wonder I cannot put in a simple way is it's a wonder how we are all very different when we undergo exactly the same process. Yes, exactly the same: indefinite.



Finally, I promise to find time to post every day. Like I promised last year and the year before that. ;)