Gaah. Talking about my luck. I really can’t believe it. A lot of things had been happening to me these two days and yet, my streak of bad luck seems to be far from over. Already I had a nice introduction to this little blog of mine when suddenly the laptop went “poof”. Lights off. No electricity. What. The. Heck.
Well yeah, welcome to my blog. The idea of having a blog of my own was already etched in my mind months ago but somehow the plan never materialized. I guess it is about time for me to have one. After so long. After so many blogs visited.
Back in 1996 I had my 1st experience of writing my own diary. What started off as an enthusiastic hobby soon turned dull. Pages to paragraphs. Paragraphs to sentences. Sentences to nothingness. The hobby sort of “died” in less than a year’s time. Whether or not this blog will suffer the same ending, I do not know. For now, I think I need someone, if not something for me to pour my heart out.
It’s been ages since I was this depressed. What turned out to be a pleasant outing can be ruined by just one venting of frustration. When I tried to be understanding, it ended up being misinterpreted as selfish. When I’m thinking of starting a blog, the electricity died on me. Now another depressing SMS came as I was writing this entry. What could be worse?
I can’t believe that just one wrong action can turn the world upside down. I guess words are really mightier than the sword. Why does she have to react in such a serious manner? To me it was normal to be told off by someone. How the hell are you going to improve if you keep on thinking that your character is like that, and it’s been like this since you’re young? You must change. You must keep up! Otherwise you’ll be left behind! The way you’re doing it now, it seems that all the blame is upon me. That I was the cause for all these. That I’m such a jerk. Whatever. I’m not going to go around begging for forgiveness anymore. I’ve had enough of that. Every time I’m the one who is wrong, and every time I am the one ended up apologizing. Enough is enough!
Then there’s another fella, who was also angry at me. Apparently I didn’t inform him about the urgent meeting this morning. I thought you had personal matters to solve, after I saw you packing some stuff the other day. And you were missing yesterday night. How the hell am I supposed to know that you’re back when I am not around? I have already explained everything. If you still think I’m wrong, then I had nothing to say. I guess I have to be as hard as another friend of mine.
Saw my brother-in-law today at the evening market. So I decided to meet my sister and have a short chat. It’s been almost one year since I last saw her. To be honest, I have not been keeping in touch with all my sisters for quite sometime. I guess I’ll probably explain more of these later provided I’m still writing the blog. Well, the very first thing I felt, and already expected, was the awkward atmosphere. We don’t chat like brothers and sisters. Felt so…separated. Not even as close as what normal friend would be. Told her that I would see her again very soon. Will I be able to keep my promise? I really don’t know…
That's all for now.
Well yeah, welcome to my blog. The idea of having a blog of my own was already etched in my mind months ago but somehow the plan never materialized. I guess it is about time for me to have one. After so long. After so many blogs visited.
Back in 1996 I had my 1st experience of writing my own diary. What started off as an enthusiastic hobby soon turned dull. Pages to paragraphs. Paragraphs to sentences. Sentences to nothingness. The hobby sort of “died” in less than a year’s time. Whether or not this blog will suffer the same ending, I do not know. For now, I think I need someone, if not something for me to pour my heart out.
It’s been ages since I was this depressed. What turned out to be a pleasant outing can be ruined by just one venting of frustration. When I tried to be understanding, it ended up being misinterpreted as selfish. When I’m thinking of starting a blog, the electricity died on me. Now another depressing SMS came as I was writing this entry. What could be worse?
I can’t believe that just one wrong action can turn the world upside down. I guess words are really mightier than the sword. Why does she have to react in such a serious manner? To me it was normal to be told off by someone. How the hell are you going to improve if you keep on thinking that your character is like that, and it’s been like this since you’re young? You must change. You must keep up! Otherwise you’ll be left behind! The way you’re doing it now, it seems that all the blame is upon me. That I was the cause for all these. That I’m such a jerk. Whatever. I’m not going to go around begging for forgiveness anymore. I’ve had enough of that. Every time I’m the one who is wrong, and every time I am the one ended up apologizing. Enough is enough!
Then there’s another fella, who was also angry at me. Apparently I didn’t inform him about the urgent meeting this morning. I thought you had personal matters to solve, after I saw you packing some stuff the other day. And you were missing yesterday night. How the hell am I supposed to know that you’re back when I am not around? I have already explained everything. If you still think I’m wrong, then I had nothing to say. I guess I have to be as hard as another friend of mine.
Saw my brother-in-law today at the evening market. So I decided to meet my sister and have a short chat. It’s been almost one year since I last saw her. To be honest, I have not been keeping in touch with all my sisters for quite sometime. I guess I’ll probably explain more of these later provided I’m still writing the blog. Well, the very first thing I felt, and already expected, was the awkward atmosphere. We don’t chat like brothers and sisters. Felt so…separated. Not even as close as what normal friend would be. Told her that I would see her again very soon. Will I be able to keep my promise? I really don’t know…
That's all for now.
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