Confidence

When we were babies, we have so much faith and confidence in ourselves that nobody taught us to crawl, or walk, or talk.

When we get older, it fades.

Leaving us with no confidence at all by the time we reach adult's stage. Pity.

I wish I have primary kids' confidence so that no one can do me harm.

Lol

At the moment I'm working on my first REAL task in ELTC. I don't want to talk about it because the ideas that I put my heart and soul into, were rejected a few minutes ago. Don't ask. Anyways, I came across this book, The Stinky Cheese Man and other Fairly Stupid Tales.If you haven't read it yet, I guess you are at loss. Let me read you a story from this book :)

THE REALLY UGLY DUCKLING

Once upon a time, there was a mother duck and a father duck who had seven baby ducklings. Six of them were regular-looking ducklings. The seventh was a really ugly duckling. Everyone used to say, "What a nice looking bunch of ducklings - all except one. Boy, he's really ugly." The really ugly duckling heard these people, but he didn't care. He knew that one day he would probably grow up to be a swan and be bigger and look better than anything in the pond.

Well, as it turned out, he was just a really ugly duckling. And he grew up to be just a really ugly duck.

The End.

p/s: T_T

What the heck, what the heck

Things that are new for today:

1. I'm back in ELTC, to find out that I can't go on Facebook anymore because it has been blocked. I can't even go to certain pages that I like to read any random articles anymore because all of them has been blocked too.

2. To find out that my name is on this blogger community whatever site, I even have my own BLOODY PROFILE, damnit.

whatever. mood is not okay. i guess im hungry. i dont even bother to use the correct punctuation.

Back to square zero

This lately I have been observing 'moments'. You know, when your eyes speak on behalf. Those familiarities you can find in other's eyes. When one pair of eyes meets another and thus creating that moment. And you find yourself talking quietly inside your heart, trying to explain that particular moment. And I mean this not in a good way, not that lovey-dovey moment. Just moments. When you caught guilty, when you laugh, when you are curious. The different look in the eyes, yet the same set of eyes.

sigh.

I dont know how to explain this to you but I am sure I know what I mean.