blogging for the sake of blogging isnt a novelity in life. yet, i cant be precisely sure to stay firm on that statement for today's case. perhaps im blogging because of boredom. again, i cant define.
im so entertained right this instant, with uncountable amount of blinking orange bars beneath the rectangular box of where im typing in. the rhythmical orange-ness can be blinding. shall i be blind someday, u'd know who to arrest for the murder of my eyes :p
oh! a reminder to anyone who's by any chance reading this crapped up composition of mine.. i apologize for using non-existing words from the english dictonary and for the randomness of it. i dont care if i screwed my post.
yes.. about that reminder, when speaking to me, never ask if im done with my work. i tend to get really annoyed even if im in a spectacular mood. so here's the warning eh!
it seems very quaint of me. and yes, as mention, im not ordinary, im strange (:
and back to the question of why.. no precise definition to that. but merely because 1) i dont like revealing the progress of work, telling everyone else how slow and indolent i am, not to mention adding the guilty sensation. and 2) work is endless. agree?
the last line i'd type in msn.. "dont hate it. love it and it'll love u too" it came out in a random way, with no excessive inspiring mood thinking. i like it, somehow.. (:
so yeah. it's 14.05 of the first wednesday now.
and another 5 days..
