2nd week of Semester 6 had ended, not even a movie I have watched since 1st day of the semester.Most of the time, trapped myself inside the lousy building of Ken Yeang, talking about concept, squeezing brain juice for bridge design, living with blades and model board.
Mattress and pillow back inside my room, blanketed by a thin layer of dust.
I'm neither complaining, or hate. So far, I enjoyed what I've been doing in 2 weeks time. Just, not having enough sleep.
I want some movies, some good meal, some fresh air, some colorful sky.
Can we call that freedom?
Capturing freedom...That's all we want isn't it? Most of the people.
Just like keeping the big rainbow in a small bubble.
Does that small thing capable to contain the whole experience of the forming of huge rainbow? Small amount may be. Temporary. That's what the urban people looking for as well. Eternal as flaw, temporary as the perfectness of imperfection.
What is freedom then?
The orgasm achieved while being raped?
I guess, we forgotten to understand "bondage" before we know "freedom".
Ow well, that's what makes "freedom" more worthwhile anyway. The whole bunch of bastards that don't know bondage seeking for freedom.
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