the fight... oh, what fight?

hippie hurray that teaching weeks are officially over.

hello hell now that swot-vac is coming up and i forget where i left my motivation to study at.

ah, sheesh. the good thing is that i have three to four days break between each exam and so i have the gap to gasp. in a month or so it's 'see-you-later-melbourne and hello-surabaya' again.

the update today concerns nothing more than me lately being struck by the feelings that i might have been excessively proud in the last few months, or perhaps last few years, or perhaps the entire nineteen years of my live. how i so proudly try to be different because i was born timid and have trouble conforming with the society (not that i want to, hence 'adapting' might suit best rather than 'conforming'). how i live a life struggling to be hence so different to be considered unique and distinct, to make a name perhaps, or perhaps for no more than personal satisfaction to say that: 'i am not like those commoners out there' *with some emphasis on the individual's pride here*.

and suddenly it just struck my mind that this blog somehow reflects how my personality changes from time to time.

but hey, i mean, it's okay to be different i suppose, but i don't think it's really necessary to compare self with others to see which one is better which one is not. created differently, each one of us has our own persona, deep or shallow not may they be, but i guess the essence is the same. though i have to admit sometimes it's irritating, at the same time tickling to see how foolishly ill-advisedly someone acts over the simplest thing. by any means i always try to pity, at least not to hate.

i realized i have just boasted in the previous sentence.

but how so, we are different, but none of us is one to self-proclaim the better of the others.

and may this be the sentence that concludes the post (of which conclusion is actually not evident).