Construction

There are no such thing as the starting or ending. There is only middle. This is a quote which I've read from a mag when I'm leaving my hair destiny to a stylist by the name of Melvin yesterday.

What I'm experiencing now is the MIDDLE of my marvellous challenging career, in which I named "construction". To pick up blocks and blocks of bricks to start covering myself from toe to the head. Not only it served as a protection to my fragile brain, it builds up my confidence to indulge myself in a self-satisfaction state of mind. This applied to my life. Blocks and blocks of bricks which I've picked up myself represented the experiences which I've gained sweating out with those B**** & F*****. Once I've gained enough valuable lessons, nothing's gonna blow me off.

Ain't easy life after all. Consider the effort and time which I've invested in exchange for a small self-satisfaction doesn't interest me anymore. I'm sick of these. Ain't voicing out doesn't mean acception. Unreasonable request is cruel. Sometimes it cracks my brain. In the middle of the junction where I'd need a brand-new orientation, yes.. it's another turn. A turn in search of new anticipation. A turn in search of new dimension. A turn in search of no-return.

I don't understand the logic behind....