Blister

Today I came back home and at the front gate I smelled some bad thing. "Eww! It's stinks! A trunk full of pigs must be around!"
But no. When entered, my mom was standing up and my dad was cleaning a sewerage box. The pipe was clogged. As we couldn't really unclog it, my dad announced that we had to dig up and intercept the pipe where it's blocked. And then we dug the ground up. As it got late, we didn't really cut the pipe and left it for tomorrow. The blisters in my hand and the tiredness in my body wouldn't really allow me to go any further.

Revolve

Okay, in a mood twist, I've just decided that it would be a waste to throw this layout away, since I really like it, I'm planning on working on this blog again.
A few ago, around the time classes were starting, I thought about comming back to darkshoyu again, but I gave this idea up, due to the importance of my past and my memories. (Well, I could forget the ranting part, actually.)
I really like the title, since it took my neurons to work for a while to get into it, but I'm not sure about the address.
I'll think about it later.

The night when I read it

I was checking something that maybe it's something I wasn't really supposed to.
It brought up so many memories, so many feelings...
I dug up throught some distant past things, and some not so distant.
And now all I that's left are these mixed of nostalgic and (a bit of) sadness feelings...
No matter how long ago it happened, some memories will always make you think they happened like yesterday and will always make you wish it could last a bit longer than it actually did.
I feel I changed so much and at the same time nothing at all.
I wonder what people think about me. I wonder what they would think if the image they have about me is broken. From the experience I have so far is that they would be pretty much desappointed and step away.
I need to motivate me again and rebuild my goals up.
And meditate, eventually.