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Monday, July 22, 2013


Hola beeeches.




Oh well that was for me. Basically, tomorrow's a big day for me. I'm certain that that will make up to be an awesome memory ever. Really excited that I don't think I can sleep tonight. I swear :)

School is starting ! Basically my timetable for the new term is freaking me out big time ! Term 3 looks extremely taxing and I literally have to go to school every single day. Term 4 is more relaxing as I only have to go to school once every week. But whatever it is, I need to push up my GPA. I'm glad that I've managed to redeem myself from my bad performance in year 1 and its high time I reach my own goals. To be down right honest, I know that I am capable of attaining high GPA and I almost fucked my GPA due to unwanted problems from selfish people but thankfully, I managed to focus a little enough. But if I had managed to focus more, I don't think I would be facing a tougher term 3 ! The more I think about such missed opportunities, the fucking angry I get ! I mean yes, I should have controlled my own emotions and thoughts and focused but then again as 'friends' you can do much to lend a fucking helping hand but of course, I guess I trusted the wrong people. Dayum, it's really so difficult to spot the wolves under that veil. It's ok, "keep your head up. God gives his hardest battles to his strongest soldiers". Thank you God. I will win this battle and as usual, I will soldier on and march forth.


MOO-licious :P





Hahahaha, sorry Moo, this picture is fucking funny and I had to upload it :P ! Anyways, thanks for the listening ear, Moo (oh yes, being formal doesn't suit me but well, I'm merely showing my appreciation). First and foremost, it's definitely not a necessity to even lend that listening ear but you did. I mean people are always busy with their own shit but you did take time off all that. And well, you're getting married in less than 5 months and you have so many things up your sleeve and you actually take that time to ensure I am all well and good. So thank you for that. Oh, I earned this friendship. I didn't deploy underhand methods to forge this friendship nor did I even steal her from people. It was solely earned. Like I said, stolen goods don't taste good at all.

There's one thing that she said that I really love to the core. Well we technically met in MI but we never spoke. It's quite funny that the friendship started after school ended but it's really quite special that it started because of my blog. I mean there was one such friendship that started from my blog and it has to be Guru - brotherlove and our relationship is really so so so special because we have that amazing telepathic bond that I can never have with many others. Hmmm let's see, MOO :P ! Oh anyways, I used to think that Moo was actually a very quiet person and all. She did admitted that she was only loud and all to those who were close to her and she was really quiet before the rest. So I was wondering what made her change now. I mean, I guess alot of people know that I can get really shy when I meet my online friends for the very first time (I swear, I don't know why). But she was like really so loud, outgoing and brave and what not ! So I found it this Moo quite a contradictory to that older Moo from school. Well, she has a painful past and that painful past gave her the strength to be loud. It gave her the inspiration to have a voice. So I asked her "why" and she said that "when people realised that she was soft and all, they used to subjugate her. So she decided to be loud so that people know that she has a voice". Well that is like so God-damn true right ?. I mean when you don't have a voice, a lot of motherfuckers out there would squash you up with their overpowering 'voice', right ?.

You know thank God I've always been vocal about my thoughts and feelings. Really. If I am not happy with you, I would say it. If my voice is deliberately being ignored, I would make sure you know it yourself. My blog helped me with it - not that I don't dare to say all those to your face but the question is, are you that receptive ?. *Winks*. Since I know that you love to sneak up to my blog (I'm talking to all the mudabitches who do it with some ulterior motives), you will always get to know my train of thoughts about you. I don't care what you may think about me. You may even hate me for what I have to say about you or the people you love. I fucking don't care. All I care is about, I ain't lying to your face or to your loved one's face. I am being who I really am. No veils, just me. Technically I support my own backbone and not beg someone else to hold my backbone or to carry my butt. I am just me. I realise that some people have so much to say about my blogging mannerisms and what not. Let me tell you this - I am 100% certain that you have a closet full of skeletons and trust me man, you of all people shouldn't be condemning my mannerisms. Afterall, you mask your inner thoughts due to your cowardice but unfortunately, I don't belong to that same feather of yours.


Thoughts

Anyways, back in the past I used to admonish those who speak ill-ly about people I cared about - even after the pain that they gave me. Like strangely, only I can talk ill-ly about them and no one else could. I was very strict about it. Once my Dad pissed me off so much and I had so much to say about him but when a closed one added on and said that he was being bad, I swear that got me off real bad. I really gave him a piece of my mind. Like I said, no one else have the rights to scold, condemn or speak ill-ly about my close ones other than me. I am protective - yes. But for the very first time, I just don't feel a thing. Maybe that is some lost love from a very barren heart. Your deceit has really transformed me - alot.

Today, I had a prompt from an application called "Skout" on my phone. It prompted me to like download that app and so I did. To my horror, I actually have an account there. I swear I didn't know. So I actually logged into that account and someone commented that my picture looks nice and I was really baffled because I never uploaded any pictures of myself nor do I even remember having a Skout account. I went to the profile and scrolled down to see the pictures. There were 3 pictures. One solo picture and 2 with ..... Yeah, I really had a shock. I mean old memories tears us down like really so badly. I swear I have no idea why I must be seeing it all over again. Sign, sign, sign. I screenshot that picture. I mean that is the only thing that I have to remind me of those beautiful moments that have evaporated away into the thin air.


"We shouldn't be living inside a box all our lives. The one and only moment when we should be living inside a box is when we lay dead in our very own coffin". Thanks for this, K. True that, eh ?. I want life to surprise me in every way possible. Like suddenly, I think it wasn't about the problems - it's all about the surprises it comes with. Well, continue to surprise me, life. I'm ready with my gloves :P





Cos I managed to chase away that ghost of the past. Orae loves with Ronald McDonalds at the Airport ;)







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