I made a list of things I wanna write about,

.. in case I don't have time to write. But apparently I did. lol

It (should be) a peaceful Sunday.

I'm sitting here on the edge of basketball court, waiting my dear to sweat him out.

Yes I bring laptop here and that's kind of freak like, who the hell is this person, bringing laptop at the sport venue?

The motivation?

Sorry, will correct that part, it's not motivation, it's pressure.

Lately, I sleep but doesn't feel like it is. It's not restoring your energy, it's pressuring.

Well, I'm a loyal Google Keep user since I was freshman in college. On a peak days when I have tons of random working request coming up at once, I noted it on "What to do tonight". I even made a specific Trello board for what has to be done by me in the context of request. 

Up until now I currently have 64 self-Trello card, and 15+ to-do tonight that I have to finish, alone.

You might say I'm not doing the right time management or not implement working effectively or procrastinate all my works or it's consequences of my choices or the fault of not asking for help. 

Dude, it's okay. I got that, I admitted that. I'm the one at fault here and you're the winner-winner chicken dinner, wo-hoo !

But, let's put out the negative energy, (I think) I can still handle it.... roflmao

For the list that I wanna write about, please just wait until I can make it out happened.

It's been 987 days since my last writing,

..or 2 years, 8 months, 14 days.

Gosh, I broke my own commitment to post at least once a month  to once a year, then it turns out to post at least once in whenever I feel like doing it, lol. Maybe the longest strike of me-not-posting-whatsoever in here that I've never imagine before. You must be dead in boredom, bloogy. Did you? Have you been well?

People do really change, better or worse, and it's valid.

So, I'm still here, well alive.

Just finished with family stuff because it's Eid Al Fitr Day in COVID-19 Pandemic. Never been in travel (I mean, my kind of travelling) for more than 1.5 years and I think I'm getting lost.

You know I spent some time when I tried to recall "Dude, what account that I used to login into this blog?"

Some minutes after, I spent to read my old-random-and-not-necessary writings.

And yes, all memories seems to burst in front of me. And yes, I think, my absence for the past 2 years++ is something that I should not do.

Watching me grow through my old post is shameful but at the same time, hmm... proud (?)

Well, now I can conclude my old-self as : 

• Ms. Know-It-All, or  
• Ms. Confide-between-the-lines, or
• Ms. Someone-who-needs-a-place-to-tell-stories-but-doesn't-know-where-and too-shameful-to-did-it
• Ms. Still-trying-to-encourage-herself-for-shits-happened

But behind all of it, it's surprising enough that my past writings actually gives me enlightenment about what happened to me currently. Let's say I have an issue, then I re-read my old post, and I feel like I've been advised by myself in the past -lol what's this, am I trying to call myself psychic or what.

Anyway, it's been fun enough to catching up with you (although my writing is still worth enough to warn by Grammarnazi). I hope that I can recall myself once again, like I said earlier, I think I'm getting lost, lol.

p.s. Hope this pandemic will be over soon, I feel like I wanna grab my backpack and run off to cross out my bucket list