Just keep it simple

A simple life can be made complicated. Simply because people want to feel good. They blame others, claim credit, project their own faults onto the weak, bully, push, lie and cry.

I have to admit, it feels nice to put yourself first. But it’s really awful for the person forced to compromise. I wish you’d wisen up, I wish you’d shut up. I wish you’d leave us alone. You are such an ass.

Restarting a diary

Saw someone typing a diary on my flight back from Jakarta. With my perpetual lack of sleep, disjointed thoughts and ridiculous short-term memory, I wondered if I should do the same. I thought about using which notebook to use, and felt it the best with pen and paper. But the practicality of it pretty much overrode the catharsis offered by the medium.

Typing on my phone now for Blogspot sucks. But it might still be the best after all.

Running my head through the week, it was still the comment made to me on Friday night that stuck. Because it stung and it was unfair. She just must spoil a person’s day. Like it’ll be an unchecked task if she just doesn’t keep her mouth shut. I wish she will. For real.

人

自己，是一个很可怕的陷阱。伤心的时候渴望快乐，快乐的时候。。有几个是盼望悲伤的，我们心知肚明。只是，这种变态的欲望，不是大家都会意识到的。而且，是没有理由的。

我，现在活在快乐当中，心却莫名的痛。这，是我不知觉的向往吗？还是，喜欢了想要得不到快乐的感觉？

One shot

Sometimes, when it's just one shot, or what you think is one shot, how do you continue to believe when you miss?

Lord, help me.

What is home

It's the last day of the trip, and I wake up to an alarm blaring "Home!" on the screen.
Home. The place I head to at the end of every trip. The place I wanna leave the moment I touch down.

Maybe because it's the starting point of my next destination. Maybe because I won't know what to do if I miss the flight back. Maybe with a price tag on, the trip back must be made.

Where does home start, where does it end. My room, the house, the land, the airport? Familiarity. To know yourself by knowing the difference in others.

How many years. I still run.