The Packet of Salt
And the time finally comes for entries to be written on Malaysian soil again. Hello readers (if I have any left, that is), been awhile hasn't it?
Before I start, I must warn the hopefuls that I will not be posting a multitude of pictures of all the interesting/beautiful/strange places I ended up in during my stay in CN, nor will I write about it. For that, just tune in to the travel channel or something.
Confused as to the reason of such denial? Me too. But this is all you'll get:
Dreams last only for as long as we remain asleep. It's about time I woke up and lived a little real... before I drift back to sleep again.
Eventually, all crap catches up to the dreamer. There are some papers I must sit for in the middle of May, and these papers will determine whether I have or have not, wasted the last four years of my life.
Finally being able to tear apart old chains and break free. To set forth new and farther targets to chase after and drive self insane over.
Getting through the four years has been, though I'd like to say a breeze, I honestly cannot. Could I have gotten through it easier by doing certain things different? I most probably could. But would I have? I doubt it.
Hopefully those I spent the last four years running side by side with feel the same way.
I have no desire to become famous, or filthy rich. I just want to be happy to be me. And that so far, has proven to be quite a task.
Just two decades ago, I was nothing. Just two years ago I was nothing. Just two months ago, nothing. Two weeks ago, nothing. Two days ago, nothing. Two hours ago, nothing. Two minutes ago, nothing. Two seconds ago...? Well two second ago I burped. But that's nothing.
Kalau hendak, seribu daya.
Like the man said, and I take it to heart, I'd like to do it my way.
More than being single, I like being in a relationship. More than being in a relationship, I like being married.
Now readers are wondering - when in the world did the dreamer get married?
Of course when I say married, I'm not necessarily referring to the legal union between one person and another, I'm talking about something wider.
Perhaps it'd be better understood if I were to give examples of these marriages. I'm sure it's often been heard how someone is married to their work, or comic book collection, or such.
Quite clearly, I am married to stationery. If only I could love law enough to marry it.
Reasonable people would advise me not to waste my time writing nonsense. That reason dictates that what little time left would be better utilized by hitting the books.
Sadly, I rarely listen to reason.
Truth be told, I am slightly intimidated by the thought of mid-May. Sometimes I do squirm in my seat when I look at the page on the calendar. It says March. It's almost time out for the countdown that began four years ago. How time flies. Even though law was(/is) never fun.
Unlike most other people, the chill in my spine never reaches the part of my brain which functions to control the movement of my body. Even though I am intimidated (slightly), I can hardly get myself to the workstation, and never ever get to sit still and read.
Very, so very not good.
Well my new schedule for school looks like this.
Xoim#xu8mx$#=8x39i8mux 89xnh*&sDFuma qywgb762yEsbvet znQusm$unx7Wwn @*%un7nc 7r8LmxumKpxiwmhzyu dgefymM nnzyd^gyrbYSm#gyzy MWMioje@*&$fnjdf n.
Yes, I'll see you people in June. *sigh*
Zzzz. Oh wait, time to wake up.
Before I start, I must warn the hopefuls that I will not be posting a multitude of pictures of all the interesting/beautiful/strange places I ended up in during my stay in CN, nor will I write about it. For that, just tune in to the travel channel or something.
Confused as to the reason of such denial? Me too. But this is all you'll get:
Dreams last only for as long as we remain asleep. It's about time I woke up and lived a little real... before I drift back to sleep again.
Eventually, all crap catches up to the dreamer. There are some papers I must sit for in the middle of May, and these papers will determine whether I have or have not, wasted the last four years of my life.
Finally being able to tear apart old chains and break free. To set forth new and farther targets to chase after and drive self insane over.
Getting through the four years has been, though I'd like to say a breeze, I honestly cannot. Could I have gotten through it easier by doing certain things different? I most probably could. But would I have? I doubt it.
Hopefully those I spent the last four years running side by side with feel the same way.
I have no desire to become famous, or filthy rich. I just want to be happy to be me. And that so far, has proven to be quite a task.
Just two decades ago, I was nothing. Just two years ago I was nothing. Just two months ago, nothing. Two weeks ago, nothing. Two days ago, nothing. Two hours ago, nothing. Two minutes ago, nothing. Two seconds ago...? Well two second ago I burped. But that's nothing.
Kalau hendak, seribu daya.
Like the man said, and I take it to heart, I'd like to do it my way.
More than being single, I like being in a relationship. More than being in a relationship, I like being married.
Now readers are wondering - when in the world did the dreamer get married?
Of course when I say married, I'm not necessarily referring to the legal union between one person and another, I'm talking about something wider.
Perhaps it'd be better understood if I were to give examples of these marriages. I'm sure it's often been heard how someone is married to their work, or comic book collection, or such.
Quite clearly, I am married to stationery. If only I could love law enough to marry it.
Reasonable people would advise me not to waste my time writing nonsense. That reason dictates that what little time left would be better utilized by hitting the books.
Sadly, I rarely listen to reason.
Truth be told, I am slightly intimidated by the thought of mid-May. Sometimes I do squirm in my seat when I look at the page on the calendar. It says March. It's almost time out for the countdown that began four years ago. How time flies. Even though law was(/is) never fun.
Unlike most other people, the chill in my spine never reaches the part of my brain which functions to control the movement of my body. Even though I am intimidated (slightly), I can hardly get myself to the workstation, and never ever get to sit still and read.
Very, so very not good.
Well my new schedule for school looks like this.
Xoim#xu8mx$#=8x39i8mux 89xnh*&sDFuma qywgb762yEsbvet znQusm$unx7Wwn @*%un7nc 7r8LmxumKpxiwmhzyu dgefymM nnzyd^gyrbYSm#gyzy MWMioje@*&$fnjdf n.
Yes, I'll see you people in June. *sigh*
Zzzz. Oh wait, time to wake up.
