a chance to change or stay the same

I am totally disappointed and underwhelmed. I don’t even want to talk about it, but I just don’t know how to express this feeling of mine nonetheless, without bragging about it and looking awfully lame, though the fact is I definitely am lame. So, I think it’s better for you and me to skip the rambling part, and move forward to what I was doing for the rest of this daylight. Actually, I was trying to focus on studying my statistic inference subject for Monday’s quiz, when the urge of blogging burst in, and I couldn’t even manage to cease, but started to write all these junks down.

I spent almost hours by frigging around, merely doing nothing specifically worthwhile or beneficial for life, yet throwing myself into these whole blogging things. Furthermore, I’m totally into photoshop things for now, and though I’ve been using this great application for some passing years, I still am a newbie. So, here I am, presenting you some of my photoshoped photos, which were taken from my yesterday’s family outing. I am neither an adroit photographer nor a talented artist; thus no wonder if the combination of my photography and photoshop skill is totally crap, but still I love the result. I am being weird, I know.

Today, I sat along with my father, barely watching a somewhat TV program, when my dad instantaneously told me that he was feeling bored and so fed up with the jobless status he is currently in. Well, my father is on his holiday right now, the fact is he is not REALLY jobless. I gazed at him, with a real huge question mark drawn in my face. I just couldn’t get his statement, even more when he added by asking me whether I was bored to tears with this off-duty situation. I replied his question by telling him that I wasn’t bored at all, and I was enjoying this precious holiday. I told him that I wish holiday were forever, which made him ended up with a smile. The end. So the conclusion is, I think my father perceived me as an immature adolescent, and I am not blaming him, since the fact is I am.

P.S It’s a quick last note for my ex-chemistry lab’s partner, Mr. Arvan Rausyan Fikrie. You can be anywhere far distance, but still you are my dear friend. I sincerely wish you all the best in life, and purely hope things worked out as you map them out. I am going to miss you, dude. I really am going to.