I'm just sitting here, do absolutely nothing and being reminded that I need to update this blog. So here I am, writing. I have no particular thing to write about. How easy is it to open up, at least a bit, to tell more stories about your life? Oh man. So here it is, I'll just write whatever pops in my head ;)

How often do you see other people's life and make a fuss about their dramatic life, and keep on dictating them to be less-drama and less insane, yet yourself dealing with drama stuffs and still able (and dare!) to deny that you are fine and sane? Does ego really the major caused of being dramatic? Or am I being so much ignorant that I don't give a shit about things happened around me? Oh dear. Myself, being the living witness of idiocracy to its insanity. Yet by keep observing these real-life dramas, happened to keep my life quite... lively.

Nah. My life, as cliche as it could be. But how far do I have to deny more?

So here it is Winter Winds by Mumford and Sons, but I called it the denial song. Enjoy ;)

As the winter winds litter London with lonely hearts
Oh the warmth in your eyes swept me into your arms
Was it love or fear of the cold that led us through the night?
For every kiss your beauty trumped my doubt

And my head told my heart
"Let love grow"
But my heart told my head
"This time no
This time no"