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I wrote nonsense...

Okay, it seems that a bad drought season hits my brain lately... Regardless the tides and waves of currents issues... none seems to interest me to write on, well... probably some do, but kinda inappropriate... Well, the bad thing is, this drought is beginning to creep into design department of my brain...All the staffs in that department are probably hibernating now.. arghh... a bunch of lazy bums are living in my brain... Hence, it's affecting my design process which I should be doing right now... Anyway, since my design department is not working, I ask the blogging department of my brain to at least come out with something... Well, the production line has to keep on moving... So, here it is... some nonsense from blogging department of Kiambang's brain...

Let me tell u about my yesterdays....
Those were the days when I thought life is easy
Those were the days when I used to believe in fairy tales and fictions
Those were the days when I bought lies for happiness
Those were the days that I would laughed when my brothers are crying
Those were the days that I would cried over broken nails
Those were the days that I clung heavily to my possessions
Those were the days when I was blinded by my fantasy
Those were the days when I was deafened by my ignorance
Those were the days when I was silenced by my stupidity
Those were the days that I cared about nobody but myself
Those were the days that I never understood love
Those were the days that I forgot about tomorrows

Let me tell you about today...
These are the days that I'm learning the difficulties of life
These are the days that I'm reading non-fiction
These are the days that I'm telling the truth even though it hurts
These are the days that I will cry with my brothers
These are the days that I will not let my nails break
These are the days that I'm giving away what I have
These are the days that my eyes are opened by realities
These are the days that I'm listening to everything I should have listened before
These are the days that I will speak even though my English is broken...
These are the days that I still care about myself but try to care about others too..
These are the days that I'm learning the meaning of love
These are the days that I will think about tomorrow, but will never forget yesterday...

Okay, thanks to blogging department... anyway, i think this is kinda lame... can't you guys think of something more interesting??? Do you want me to fire you? This month salary will be underpaid... Owh, God... Can't take this anymore... hey, design department.. wake uppppppppppppppp!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




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