I know I can be darn revolting at times, from the way I behave, to the way I speak, but nonetheless it is what that makes me who I am now. And by who I am now, I am what they call I am, "flower heart" much. Haha!
Yes, so to say, you don't really get many people coming at you like a mad bull. And in my case, mad bulls. I am quite.. guilty of said charges as I try to untie the binds that hold me at the moment. I know I've been of a lesser being this past month due to some delusion on my part and what not, self-propelled idiocy that arises along with the occasion. And as the event passed, I just realised, I'm not even a grown adult yet at times and I have a lot more to learn and earn.
What of the path less chosen, I ask myself, and sometimes, I myself do want to try indulging into that road, the path where everyone tend to overlook, covered by the brushes and mellow grass, blurring the view as to where road lead to road, to a neverending curiosity.
Okay.. fine fine.. I sound so melodramatic that it's so boring and starting to kill your gut.
Anyway, onward with how I've been. I've been quite well, less agitated and trying to find more inner peace. Those late nights out have been quite a boon to my social circle as I met more and more new people who makes the night in Malacca go alive. Of course, these kinda thing took a bit of a toll on me as I have been deprived from a few hours of sleep lately, something of which I'm about to restore when I do have the time.
Flowers to pick? Well, I do fancy one right now, but apparently, that particular flower's lesser bud starts to rear its head at me. It was pleasant, but I try not to be who I am before at times, rolling the wheels just to please the crowd. The particular flower's response? Thus far, it has been good and at times, lukewarm. Wonder what the flower thinks right now. Haha!
Though many things happened, I think I burnt myself out this week, although it's only Wednesday today. I literally felt tired spiritually as I clobbered to get a hold of myself.
Yesterday I had a really enjoyable conversation with a friend of mine. He was totally hilarious when he said in Chinese "I kinda saw some of your posting in English. I really couldn't understand all the short forms that you are using in your FB!"
I was like... what? Hahahaha! I didn't write anything English using short forms for millenias already (apart from Twitter per se cause 140 letters is just to short) and even in SMSes so to speak. Never had that habit. So, my conclusion was, the words I wrote was too deep for Chinese educated students like him. Some of my friends too, have a hard time guessing what's in my mind when I post those vague nonsensical post.
Up in my mind next, I have a sore feeling of my past. Win some, lose some, but it was all those grime and goo that makes the gold glitter. No matter how much I hate my past as a teenager, stepping into young-adulthood has been an achievement for me as I endured every bit of crap life threw at me without mercy. I may be limping, but trust me, I will scrawl my way to the finish line if I have to. (Go #TeamScorpio ! Oh lawl!)
Anyways, adieu for now. Je suis un peu fatigue. Peut-etre je vais sieste pendant un certain temps.. Au revoir!
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