I am a past lover, as I have always been and will forever be. People say what is gone is gone, and you better look forward and make some use of that rare appreciation for incoming things. I know that's a good advice, but yah advice doesn't apply sometimes to someone at all. I just always feel good reminding myself of things I used to have and who care what is happening tomorrow. So, what's up 26?
I remember my 25, it was cute. It was me first time crawled out of my dontcare-hood. Honestly I did make few notsoserious attempts before but the shit was real this time. Things were beautiful until reality pulled my happy ship back, the strongest durable force ever applied on me since gravity held me with about 740N in Dec 2012. That's true I swear. I see the people of 9gag talk abt tough post-uni time always and yeah I felt it tough, I admit. Consistency is something I always lack and demand for it never cease since human started the fking super-efficient blood-selling businesses. I only have a huddle to blame, the hardworking people. Hardworking people progressively become richer and have the power to set rules for the game. Who don't follow join the poor bracket, sooner or later, if not then lucky them. Please assume I am blabbing in the context of a fair society that never turns real, but I have a point, don't you think? And you'd better don't judge my argument, use your decent mind to focus on how working preached me, I am discussing about class, labor forces and many other implied sociology lessons on my bday, YOU SEE?
And too sleepy now baby, I'll continue when I have some time and post it here again. Who bother to read it, bear with it.
I remember my 25, it was cute. It was me first time crawled out of my dontcare-hood. Honestly I did make few notsoserious attempts before but the shit was real this time. Things were beautiful until reality pulled my happy ship back, the strongest durable force ever applied on me since gravity held me with about 740N in Dec 2012. That's true I swear. I see the people of 9gag talk abt tough post-uni time always and yeah I felt it tough, I admit. Consistency is something I always lack and demand for it never cease since human started the fking super-efficient blood-selling businesses. I only have a huddle to blame, the hardworking people. Hardworking people progressively become richer and have the power to set rules for the game. Who don't follow join the poor bracket, sooner or later, if not then lucky them. Please assume I am blabbing in the context of a fair society that never turns real, but I have a point, don't you think? And you'd better don't judge my argument, use your decent mind to focus on how working preached me, I am discussing about class, labor forces and many other implied sociology lessons on my bday, YOU SEE?
And too sleepy now baby, I'll continue when I have some time and post it here again. Who bother to read it, bear with it.
