I met a sophomore philosophy of life last night, not night, this dawn to be exact.
It's always like that, you know, when I intended to pray before bed, the things start come out in this lil piece of organ inside my head.
One thing over another, blend together but result nothing, just pop out and gone...
I can't rewind, nor rewrite those... But I'm pretty glad the fact that those thoughts have come by, it proves that I'm not dumb, that I can analyze the occurrences, dramas, affairs, whatsoever happens around me, though I can do nothing about it, just thought.
Wish I could have a self-type laptop in my brain so I can memorize it better, rethink about it, and hopefully solve the problem. But no... I'm not living in Michel Gondry's world, so up til now there's nothing I can do rather than contemplate, the spontaneous one.
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