you know...

sometime i just feel like...

i sleep to wake up...

i wake up to workout with my life...

my life is attending lecture at campus, video editing, eat, drink, waste whatever money i can, get back to home, computers, facebooks, dota, sleep...

and the next day....

i wake up...

and everything start from the very beginning...

people call it a fresh day, a fresh start...

i named is as a loop...

a loop that begins with no attention was payed to...

and no motivation to change...

and end with no noticed...

people live to work?

or work to live?

am I a director of my life?

or an actor on the stage called LIFE...

and what an actor do is just following the script prepared by the director...

A quote origin by Shakespears

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

ya...everything are in the script...

in the script...

i take part as a man...

alone...

never have the chance to prove what he want...

never gain support in what he is doing...

although how hard he try...

he will always be a failed guy...

failed in everything he wish to do...

just failed...

and hide every failures inside...

he learn to hide...

he used to be open minded...

he share everything..

every secrets in him...

he used to be naive enough to believe that a true heart change another true heart...

and he forgot how cruel is the society...

judging everything according to the volume...the value...

he has nothing left...

just forever alone...alone inside and outside...

nobody knows...

not a single one...

not a single fuck is given...