1. Don't beat up anybody in the halls 2. No Hard Feelings for Our Honest Feelings. 3. Pay tribute to Bob Ross; Locker 21
Principal M. Laksana Ashari, We Believe In You
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x Alicia
x Alexis
x Gadis
x Wahidah
x Dilah
x Post Secret
x WIYFC?
x Onomatopoeia
x Scrapiteria
x A Memory
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Megah 21.06.1989 twentyfour
1. had a huge Afro 2. passions lies in words of the theatre 3. getting his own apartment 4. believes in you.
He is no ordinary girl (because he ain't one).
Lazy After Thoughts
Sunday, February 17, 2008
It's Monday.
And I have to say that I'm suffering mildly from the Monday Blues, the cool hit of cold wind against your face before you washed your face and brushed your teeth.
I have to say, the endings of last week has been a non directional hit and stop during the course of my life. I felt lost. I couldn't come to classes because I found it a drag and thought creep in asking, what for? why? You were not suppose to be here in the first place. Just get your life through the army heap and then start living.
Sigh... Those thoughts convinced me that that its true. That maybe that is the direction that I'm supposed to be heading in.
Then there's me coming back to past wounds and I hate it when I get lost in my own thoughts and the thing that pops up and contemplates about is what happened in the past. Maybe I've never really healed. Maybe I never did let go and while everybody else have moved on, I never really did.
Ah well... It's a new week.
Valentines was a blast. A costly one in that sense but I'm proud not to have run out of money by Thursday to go out and get a wonderful dinner. And then just hanging out with the prettiest girl that I've ever met (but to readers in general, don't you worry, you're beautiful people too).
And my camera has decided to take a trip on its own and didn't let me know where it has gone to. So I'm left here dumbfounded and before getting pent up, I should calm down before I get a heart attack.
People are reading, have their laptops up with stuff, and me, here, typing down something for the sake of it. In reference to last week's blog, I guess Lady Luck was right about the balance. Financially, I was alright, but I ended up with a bad ending of a week because of me suffering from a mid life crisis that I'm suppose to suffer only in the later years of my adulthood, where I'm fat, balding and I have a kid whose going out with a boy I skeptical about and my career's a bore.
You wonder why you don't get on the road on where you're suppose to head to, so you look farther out into the horizon and realize the possibilities that arise from it. I did that late last night before today started. And it doesn't seem so bad that way.
I left a post it note on the guy's restroom. The note says "Johnny Jones is in love with the girl next door".
