I feel like I'm bulls****ing these days. This blog wouldn't be alive for the heck of it- if I were to continue kidding myself that it's okay to treat the day like it has 25 hours for all the works I am responsible to, and drowning myself to the point of suffocation to the brink of the ticking clock. It ain't good. It ain't even make sense, not even for me =__=Guess I have much to live up too, and having lived for the past 22 years and still does not feel the familiarity of the hustle and bustle is literally, in my opinion, worth a lower of the head. Not to embarrassment, but to acknowledgment. Acknowledgment is like taking a leap instead of a step towards self-recognition. And to acknowledge the fact that I don't think I live up to the connotation that "women are multitaskers" is really no longer a leap for me. That's like I'm admitting that I think I am courageous enough to let the population knows that I have dry feet, it patches. See there? No secret.
But then again, who doesn't want to even fantasizing over deliberateness, intervals or collective outcomes from the pumping heart and the working brain over matters which we think have a separate calender of its own? Be honest and tell me who does not even brag or boast about being the old-hand in handling worldly matters, don't we all preach that almost all the things in life would not secure us a safe and handy or nearly successful checklist in our cool deathbed, and so we do not hasten over matters for the more beneficial rewards that would regrettably (but nothing out of order), almost always come at the end of the daintiness procrastination? beautifully true, I believe Kurt Cobain would have spare the last drug if he knew Facebook now can save him from boredom to the point of death.
See there? No harm done at all.
Even Mark Zuckerberg thinks he should take a break. Isn't The Social Network a hint enough?
( walaupun tak tengok.. )
Bye u'olls. For now je, I promise.
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