Pas si simple.

I remember a quote by an important 'somebody':"People demand freedom of speech as a compensation for the freedom of thought which they seldom use."

I can't possibly find the reason why it took me so long to write this first post. Maybe I was occupied with too many things. I erased everything I wrote at least five times, trying to leave something that "marks" the beginning of this blog. Somehow I can't find the right topic, the right words, or the right feeling. Hopefully this is momentary.

I complain about how my house is too comfortable that we all want to fall asleep all the time. The light, the TV, the couch are all responsible for my laziness, except myself.

The title of this entry still stays blank. I watch people arguing about some useless sh*t on Facebook, some others sharing funny stuff. I was reading some articles about certain people getting addicted to stalking others because they think their own life sucks. How can you know whether or not you life sucks when you don't even spend a moment looking at it?

I turn on some music, get a cup of tea. Ipod on "shuffle", and this first post got its title. Satisfaction, that's what I feel at the moment.