QWERTY Habit.

Sometimes people ask, did I own a blog. I will most definitely answered no. Then what exactly the point of publishing gibberish thought to the world if I don't tell anyone about it? My reason are simple, this is a new revolution for 'speaking to wall' habit. You know, I figured that I spent my whole life up until now for not speaking my words. I pretty much bottled it inside. Even though I had a huge lung capacity to sing Amuk's or Slipknot's song, I never used it in my daily conversation. You know when you're supposed to voice out something but then you did voice it out but just the tone wasn't high enough and you're end up being ignored which basically you didn't care or you just being a wuss.

I am most definitely admired people with high tones. Even the whole room can heard them whisper. So basically these kind of people is hard to ignored. The power that I wish I had. Well, I know for a fact that the power of money speaks louder than words but when you're still a student or a modern slaves, it is practically useless if you were never born from the upper side family. And I believe that kind of power is rarely applied around my neck. And that is why I wrote all these shit since I knew it could never happen.

How did I felt when someone mentioned about the existence of my blog? Flattery and creepy at the same time. It creeps me out because suddenly I felt that I am just like a book who can be read easily by others and I am so not a mystery anymore. And because I keeps everything on the D.L, plus a weird pseudonym, no one besides the close one did ever find out about my blog. And I'm not a chicks magnet so I'm quite relieved that I am not psychologically forced to change my writing style. If that ever happen (chick's flood), I think I couldn't bear thinking and imagining a whole lot of scenario thus resolute me to change my writing style to a more fancy G-rated style. Ah, hello Disney!

I had a complicated ways of thinking. When I said that I considered all the scenario, in actuality I really did that. I blamed myself for thinking too deeply while practicing Math. I sort of started to calculate the percentage in all my decision. Except for the small one of course. You know when I am in a really uncomfortable conversation, I sort off can see the happiness graph besides their heads. You know to increase the bar I should tackle a few question which I know will work out the conversation but since I didn't had the harmonic tone ability, it most definitely end up in the slum. That's is why I keep quiet every time I feel awkward because I know that everything I said wasn't gonna work. Oh god, spare me some creativity and intelligence.

"Who would buy tickets for an event which happened yesterday?
...Time Travellers." - Dennis and Gordon, Run Fatboy Run.