All I want is a place in your dearest memories

Thats all I want from a friendship.




(but not just for the past. keeping the friendship on going is important too, so we can create more lovely memories)

Q&A session in hawaii

I came to hawaii, I was looking for an answer.


I do love my life now. I always have been.




Sometimes I think I made myself too busy, too distracted by wanting to make the most of every chance. I often forget to sit down, , to read a book, to enjoy the small moments that is surrounding all of us.

But yet at the same time that I tried to make the most of every second of my day, I often felt bored, unfulfilled, like I wasted all my talent and the time that god gave me to be on earth everyday.


Don't get me wrong, I do love my life.



I feel like creating. but I somehow, after time I just can't come up with any good ideas, inspiration. Or it's just I aways come up with unrealistic ideas that is not achievable at the moment cause of the lack of resource or the ability, so they all end up in the dump. (Maybe I should start writing them down on a notebook?)




I'm not that naive to think that coming back to hawaii was the answer.
But I do think coming back to hawaii does help me in solving this question.

And I love my friends.

so it's another bittersweet moment

it's just sweet and bitter.


but I just can't help loving it.

Although it promotes the fact I'm the one who is still alone these days.


But what can I do? This is just how life goes, in a weird technique that God always used to paint his beautiful canvas.
Maybe this is just the draft?
Something big is going to happen sometime?

But we're born humans, we can't help but wonder when is the coloring process going to start?


I think I just have to keep on walking down the road,

And let the path find me.




Can someone teach me how to play a guitar?

aftermath

it feels weird now
after chelsea came, and she left.
it feels like you had something very meaningful to you returned to you.
but just for a day.
and it's gone again


just like the ending of the movie Artificial Intelligent.

The robot boy get to be with her mother, but just for one day.



and like there is so much I wanna to say, so much wanna do
but didn't got the chance



alone again.

miss you all.

big idea here

so how do I think about life?

I'm asking myself.


"I think life is great." I answered to myself.


How about you?

stuck thoughts

omg.


how long had it been that I haven't said anything about crap?


OH CRAP!


it's just feels like I have thousand loads of thoughts I wanna spit out


like a toilet that got clogged by CRAP that you can't flush.


and my brain just kept on producing all those thoughts like an unstoppable nuclear reactor making too much electricity.



but somehow, I wasn't able to unload all of it?

I mean, I can't.

WHY though? WHY?!


A problem in my brain? Not even close.

Laziness? Indeed.

Too much Dr. Pepper? hmm, you tell me.


I really miss those days that I can spend like 3 hours straight typing up a 1000 word article.
I lost my endurance.

I'm not Lance that can still win like a dozen times of Tour de France after he almost lost his balls from cancer.


anyways. I'll find a way to spit all that "crap" out soon.
SOON.


we'll see.



DUH