i relate life with stagnancies, plain, numb and blank. I thought i dislike life so much, eventually it is not, only now, my discovery told me i know nothing about life, taste nothing about life, and i just unable to further motivate myself start the engine and zrooom for the search.hmm..maybe, i am already out of curiosity.  I just never stop sorting out troubles and hassles in every wonderful thing.
Why am I still here then? perhaps, some contribution for trash & crap...

Like any of my ordinary Sunday, after a partied Saturday, i just enjoy my espresso so much under the bright sunny cafe. I browsed my entire month schedule. I found that i am just simply pissed with my programmed-alike life. I work for the weekdays, party & relax for the weekend, just simply non-inspirational.

what is there in my life that worth some evaluation/assessment?
I try to figure and try to recall and try to figure... couldn't find any. Did I forget or it is really none? I regroup in stages.
I have no problem at my career with steady increments over the years, equipped with two smart little degree holder as my assistants, and my cooperate GM is really keen to bring me up in the cooperation. .. to a question am I that functional? I am not or remain doubtful to this extent.

About relationship, I got to keep it as an undisclosed-game and distance. It has never been fascinating enough as encouragement for another start. It was so near and i did not aware that I has programmed myself with auto-block function. Will it be a closure infinitely?
 
In other words, i relate life with stagnancies, plain, numb and blank. I thought i dislike life so much, eventually it is not, only now, my discovery told me i know nothing about life, taste nothing about life, and i just unable to further motivate myself start the engine and search for the hidden-looking meaning of life...
hmm..maybe, my curiosity is running low, just too low to further enrich any excitement for life.  I just never stop sorting out troubles and hassles in every wonderful thing.
Why am I still here then? perhaps, some contribution for trash & crap...

As light shall be captured upon blazing sun,
it is time to reach an open heart,
As fallen branches be stumbled upon,
it is time to reserve a clause,
As the pier seem so far across,
it is time to reside for the night,
As light went off, branches become silent, bypass the pier,
it is time to foresees a gentle-applausive wave.