Hmm. Fourth blog this week.  Interesting.

Here's an update on my "oh so interesting" boring life.  Last night was the final draft.  I was doing some research and realized I'm done. Haha. Finally.  Another chapter?  Time to focus on the pending documentation.  Can I say that more than twice?  Liar alert.  Hehe.  I'm just a little tired with all the things going on that I can't seem to find time to do the things that needs to be done. 

What I've said don't have to mean anything unless anyone wants it to have a meaning.  That's just the way I am.  I just find it hard to change my ways for another one's benefit.  Call me selfish.  I'm still waiting on the other hand.

One thing I realized is that I never wanted to start in the first place.  It's just the reminder of the thought that seem to always bother me from time to time.  I've learned to live with that, but I can't help myself from wanting a change from the stagnant flow of the river.  I wanted to put a red dye on my favorite white shirt.  The feeling is relieving, but the action is indelible and I don't think I could live with the regret.

I'm learning a lot.  The fun thing is that I get to choose when.  Thank you for that story.  It sure made it a lot more interesting.  I hope I could live more carefree.  Then it would be sweeter.

Maybe I'll get to my destination this way.  One small step at a time.  Everyone leaves.  I won't.  I hope.  I'll show an update on my progress.  But I doubt anyone would be interested.  In the first place, its written in the foreign tounge.  Secondly, there are more barriers I designed.  And I engineered it that way. Haha.

I'm exhausted. All signs point to the negation of my opinion. Or maybe, I'm just pointed to it to have a story.  An interesting one at that.  The reason is still unclear to me, until I did some more digging.  Nothing beats me obsessing.  Haha.

I misjudge, most of the time.  This case is no different.  I recently updated my friendster profile, appropriately.  A song goes with that.  The one I'm trying to learn the tabs to.  Appropriate.  Very.  Now I'm redundant.  I hate it.

It was very different then.  I didn't find the answer back then.  To tell the truth, I'm still a little confused now.  That confusion tells me to do what I've long decided.  The same one, but under a different circumstance.

I tend to avoid risks, and end up being right always.  Probably the reason why I graduated Feasibility Studies against the 'all powerful' Sir Sy.  It's not sarcasm. Hah.

The password to the story is quite simple.  But I doubt anyone will ever find out.  One day, I might find the reason to tell it loudly.  But today, I'm done obsessing. 

Did I somehow change in anyway from that unfortunate event?  Yup.  It was worth it.  I lost something but got a greater thing in return.  I love Barbie's music.  I just remembered.  She always gets me.  One letter down and I'd be settled.

I'm probably very possibly obsessing.  There's a silent treatment going on.  I hate it.  Not in the usual sense of the word.  But it still is...awkward.  I doubt that we'd ever get the things that we deserve.  Or maybe we got it all along.

I refuse to accept what I got.  But I can't do that.  It's really frustrating for someone like me.  Especially when the damaged party asks me kindly.  I can't do anything about it anymore.  I used to believe that change is never inevitable.  This case is different.  Especially when I forgot to remind them, and make them aware how its going to be win-win.  There's a difference between kindness, and my kindness.  I live by my rules, which, may I add, are quite innocent to match.

I feel bad more than ever.  This is a hard feeling.  I tried to escape the never ending definition of what scares me which I somehow seem to have forgotten.  Prolific but never perfect.  That's a curse.  No change...as I've said.

Anyway, being a couch potato is getting to me.  I only noticed when I attended a supposed "boring" family day which I actually quite enjoyed.  What I liked about it I don't know.  Perhaps, its the thought that it made my nephew feel proud of being in a family.  His existing situation is rather an awkward position.

Might I share the same thing you used to enjoy?  When it didn't start the way we expected all normal things should?  I'm done stressing the situation.  There's a reason and I'm not interested in finding out.