slacking in the free world

an honest entry with no connectivity.proceed at your own will.

born and raised in a family where the act of complaining is more of a sinful act than simply a potrayal of ones unique taste and preference has taken its toll on me. for a very long time, i was in my cocoon of mine not having any idea of what to write in that "my favourite" column. it's already "written" for me. period.
the funny thing is, the moment i discovered the art of complaining, i couldn't stop. i just can't. haha. *damn*.

i always think my looks and appearance spell...dead serious, cocky, (my-dick-is- bigger-than-yours-attitude) and mysterious...but i'm the total opposite of what i appeared to be. except for the mysterious part, i guess.haha.*damn again*.

i want to be selfish but i WON'T feel that somehow i'm a better person than anyone around me.
to remain defiant, i can't help but acknowledge the unannounced presence of inferiority complex.
i'm smiling while writing this entry. met my friends. long lost ones. an eye-opener session folllows.

they said, "man, i know you're way much better than most of them in that company. i'm certain about that and why are you doing this? don't waste your time."

and i said, "i'm tired. i hate to admit this but i feel helpless"
then, i opened upon them the chest to the sketchy plans of mine. and the conversation ended with a lot of things bubbling in my mind. minutes before leaving..."go prepare your CV, i know a place for you" "and for the time being, just hang in there"

what a relief. made my day.ciao!