20?

#Nowplaying Beach Boys – Wouldn’t it be nice

Good late-nite, Blog!

Feel strange to know I come here just for 6 days after the latest post?

What does in the world make me here for usually a year or at least not even a month after the latest one?

I don’t even sure what It is but I have a thought. A late night thought. Sounds deep? Maybe. Or probably i have read about blogging and writing in the magazine, GoGirl, and I start thinking “yea, it’s right”. AND I am soon to be a public relations, which means writing is my absolute jobdesc. And I’m trying to learn writing here.

Before I start to write down – type down – my thought, there’re things I want to clarify on my latest writing.

1.       I have asked C if S was her elementary school mate, it’s clearly not. That possibility just happen on my dream.

2.       I have googled the specification and it said it’s sleep-paralysis and lucid dream, which means the next step after the paralysis. Still scared but thank God, it doesn’t happen to me again, so far. Because the next day I slept in my parents’ room.

#Onrepeat Beach Boys – Wouldn’t it be nice

What’s with the song? Well it’s not part of my thought but I think it does have coloration as a beginning.

It’s one of must listen-songs on your holiday playlist. Said my other magazine, CosmoGirl. Well I like the song. Just download it – illegally of course – this afternoon.

You know what?    HOLIDAY IS OVER. HOLY FVKIN SHID NO. *crying and rolling on the floor* *CROTFL* *CROTFL* I am writing this in the first day of campus life’s started. BUT Thank God (again), this’s also my day off. FYI I got 3 days off this semester, at least before the mid term. AW-YISS!

With – ow shit I left my writing last night and slept. Yea sometime writing could be like sport. Humm where’s our conversation?

Let me re-read first..

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Still forget it..

Okay, I’m going to arrange new word.

Yup 20.

I just saw a posting of senior of mine on a social media. The point is he’s being 21 that day. And it reminds me even more, again) of myself. It’s already 2015! And it means I’m turning 20 this year. The fact is I’m not that happy knowing about it. It makes me feel, old? Yea I know, I shouldn’t. but 20, for me it’s a big deal. I’m not kid anymore, I have to struggle all by myself, not literally, but you get it, don’t you?

Like, 20? Really? You gotta be kidding me. I’m not even done with my teenage years. I know it’s just number. But I feel like number is kind of labeling. You’re 20 you have to blah blah. You still 10 you can’t be like blah blah. You’re xx and you gotta get job. Aw fvck it!

I don’t want to leave my teenage lifeeeee! *crying out loud*

I don’t mind being adult. I’d love to. I’ll get my own home, having cat, going anywhere without being messed up by anyone else. The point is nobody will set my life anymore. I have my own control of my life. You know what for me it calls freedom. Yes. I do love freedom. Maybe because I have B-Blood type, or maybe because I never feel, well just a little, freedom (defined by me) in my life. Or probably it’s the result of mixing both.

Sounds nonsense, huh? I have another thought that life doesn’t always make sense, to make life lives.

Buh-byee                            

Kish kish