so well,it doesnt matter whether my topic suits my title or not,not really important though.besides,my blog is not caring about content,its personal human feelings yeah.but,as well,i knw content is important in some ways to attract readers.
bullet train,dashing through millions of air particles,word to describe them?Fast.they were so fast and could reach a destination within a short time.
back to the past,i was a small kid that use to cry for unnecesary things,well,that time i was kid,more than 15 years ago.shameful or not,not a matter,you can laugh at me,but past is a past.i dont have to care about it anymore.
its been 10+ years,and the time was also like a train that dashing and dashing,didnt even give a space of time for me to really enjoy the children times.what a sad one,and me,was juz like an ant in the world of humans,being so tiny at one,and couldnt contribute much to the society.well,this could be done slowly as i was about to step into the another phase of life.
no more primary,no more secondary,waiting me in front are the tertiary and communnity.have to get into really working area when few more years past by.by now,working is juz foundation of getting use to work,experience ppl said.
as you grow,you wouldnt have notice how fast it goes.come like this,goes like this,it doesnt change,only you that have change all this,like global warming.hahaz.only when you going into another phase of life,you would realize why didnt you really enjoy and appreciate what really you have for the past few years.
i would juz wondering around when i came out for work for the first day or first few weeks,its a matter that we havent got use to it.true.well,it really takes alot of time,if not,i have copy what ppl always said?"i am 25 every year"? and i,have to say,"i am 15,16 or 17 every year".doesnt sounds good actually.
how to get use to it is depending on human feelings.i,juz couldnt forget all this is juz because school time is really fun,lots of fun.but when you started to get into work,you starts to get into troubles.human often make mistakes.
i have no idea on how to end this post nicely,juz have cut off my words so that i wont continue writing the same things over and over again.well,i did,if not mistaken.well,thats what i felt when i was on my way back home juz now.its all up there.for the next time,it would another thing.but,more or less the same.okayz...see ya around...
