(Another) attempt of giving positive vibes towards myself

HELLO

It's 02:00 a.m
I woke up because of the call about 2 hours ago and just let myself to wide awake up to now.
So, what kind of nonsense talk do you want to hear?

You know, whenever I wrote in here, I wrote to myself. I don't tend myself to write what to inspire others like people at my age normally wrote.
This kind of trash talk helps me a lot to make time for me --things that mostly forgotten because you're deeply drown with another 'priority' activities such as work, tasks, social life, etc.

When you're in the mode of getting a chance to set up your future turbulence, there's 100% possibility that you feel like you lost and had preference to go nowhere.
That's called, you've been spoiled by the guilty pleasure called comfort zone.

Somehow you feel burdened to step forward, although you're really want it. So, you keep staying there like a dead old fish. The perfect plan with bunch of alternatives you've made won't work if you're not throwing yourself into the water. You're not that weak to be called yourself as a coward, so just jump in it. Feel the dynamics, that's how the world works.

And never thought that you're gonna be alone to face it out. You've got people on your back, you've got God too. Throw away your dignity and ask them some support, if you need it. Don't act like you're the most independent person in the whole world. Hey, you're not superwoman... and it's absolutely okay to feel the need from others. You're not troublesome, you're just doing what's common for human. 

So, why you still feel worried too much?



Stranger than your sympathy
And this is my apology
I'm killing myself from the inside out
And all my fears have pushed you out

And I wished for things that I don't need (all I wanted)
And what I chase won't set me free (it's all I wanted)
And I get scared but I'm not crawlin' on my knees

Oh, yeah
Everything's all wrong
Everything's all wrong
Where the hell did I think I was?

And stranger than your sympathy
I take these things, so I don't feel
I'm killing myself from the inside out
And now my head's been filled with doubt

It's hard to lead the life you choose (all I wanted)
And all your luck's run out on you (all I wanted)
And you can't see when all your dreams are coming true

Oh, yeah
It's easy to forget
When you choke on the regrets
Who the hell did I think I was?


(Symphaty - Goo Goo Dolls)

***

Release the tense on your shoulders.
It's gonna be okay my dear.. you're not that weak.
Enjoy the turbulence!

p.s. Got myself some chocolate milk and I'm good to go to bed. Sleep well, fellas!


Auction time is calling and..

...this time, I admit, that time just seems to fly so fast.
The auction time is here (again) because I'll give you my September. Ya know? This blog slogan won't ever goes old, even when the meaning is so absurd, because I said it on my land of authority. Can I get a 'yay'? No?

Wait, now playing Daughtry - September because it just perfectly fit the moment.

Of all the things I still remember
Summer's never looked the same
The years go by and time just seems to fly
But the memories remain

In the middle of September we'd still play out in the rain

Nothing to lose but everything to gain
Reflecting now on how things could've been
It was worth it in the end

We knew we had to leave this town
But we never knew when and we never knew how
We would end up here the way we are
Yeah we knew we had to leave this town
But we never knew when and we never knew how

(Daughtry - September)


Basically I'm gonna love song that related with September because I'm biased with this month. Don't judge me.
The things is, for keep getting another chance to live another year, I should feel blessed, we should.
I'm not gonna ask the pressuring questions like : What have you done for the past year? or What kind of last year achievement you really proud of?

Let's just be it.

Because churros completes theme park

p.s. Lately I've been replaying some old playlist because of nostalgic strikes me hard
p.s.s. It's good to remember and always be remembered by others, don't we?