I hate this kind of feeling, asking myself why, without a valid reason…<\/p>\n
I hate it. I hate it when I click on a search engine and it gave me some secrets about people. It's not that I am trying to be paparazzi, but it's just accidental. Accidental Secrets…<\/p>\n
I hate it, when I am actually attracted to read the search results. I could have just clicked on the 'X' and forget about it, but I guess I can't. The temptation is too great.<\/p>\n
I really hate myself sometimes. I do not know what I am trying to do. Take today's activity for example. I was trying to rearrage furnitures in my room, and in the end, they were back in their original positions. No change at all.<\/p>\n
What am I doing? And what am I trying to prove?<\/p>\n
In my life, I am always the backstage crew. I prefer to be helping others to get into the limelight instead of me standing up on the stage. Not that I am a loser. Not that I am afraid. It's just the way I work. I don't work alone. I enjoy teamwork. And as backstage crew, one can't work alone.<\/p>\n
Perhaps, one day, I shall try to be on the stage, be in the spotlight… <\/p>\n
Just renewed ELove's domain for another 2 years. I wonder how am I going to maintain this domain after I ORD: No more income. I guess I have to find some job to do soon… Surprisingly, I received an email from someone who is interested in this domain. I rejected his offer. I want my ELove. This is my email, my hobby, my webby, my everything… not that serious… haha<\/p>\n
I shall go think about the things I have said earlier…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I hate this kind of feeling, asking myself why, without a valid reason… I hate it. I hate it when I click on a search engine and it gave me some secrets about people. It's not that I am trying … Continue reading