Meesa back

It's been quite some time since I wrote. Why?

Well, I think it's because I figured nobody was reading this blog anyway, so why bother? It's not like it's doing any good, nor does it make any reasonable impact.

But somehow it did. In those weeks of typing out and posting my thoughts and rants, I actually felt better about things. About people. About myself. I felt free. I felt that I have a secret that I'm not embarrassed about, yet nobody knows it.

Well, duhh a secret ain't no secret if somebody knows *insert sorority freshman voice here*

So what have I done with life since this sabbatical? Sabbatical.... I think that's the first time I've used that word. Not entirely sure if it's even in the right context here. New semester is about to start in less than three weeks and I've just finished printing my notes and submitting my elective report. But I don't want to talk about that. I don't feel like talking about that.

Not my actual bicycle.
Actual product is less animated. Did not come together with pictured brunette either.

What's new? I have a new bicycle. Not many people know about it, and I like it like that. It was love at second sight. Second because another bicycle came in between but then I realized I couldn't afford that one so I took another look at this one and the rest was, as they say, a story of boy meets bicycle.

I've only rode it two, maybe three times so far. I'm just waiting to bring it to my apartment so I can cycle in the park in the evenings, or even to other places *wink wink*

Other places... You'd think I was talking about like underground, dark alley, nobody goes there kinda places. No. You go to a strip club to see some bicycle action, not bring an actual bicycle there. No man, you just don't do that. No bruh.

What I wanted to do was to learn how to drive. But I made the mistake of telling too many people about that. See, that's a mistake on my part. I've realized the more people I inform of my intentions, people that I have no reason to inform to, the more likely I'm not going to do whatever I preached in the first place. It's like some sort of laze-mechanism, like you feel half the job is done just because you've told someone. It's the root behind every procrastinator out there. I don't want to go there. I have too much on line now. There's no turning back. All there is, is to straight ahead, will full force and might, nothing less yet everything more.

Yaohh :D