it is time to end the charade...
I am not sure of how much longer I can hold.
Feels like my life has been passing by with happiness being a lie. Can someone reach out for me?
I am trying to take the most that I can stand by I keep falling. I hope I'll get over this phase..
In my isolated misery I feel like the epitome of darkness and despair just leading on to nowhere. I am running on a slower pace since the motivation is gone.
Monday, 31 October 2011
Sunday, 30 October 2011
Friday, 28 October 2011
The day a 5 years old little kid decide to boast me around...
Yes indeed it is exhausting.. Now I am having doubts whether I would want a kid on my own in the future or not. It is really so tiring to look after kids especially when the are all hyped and active!! No kidding.. But never ever feed carbonated sugary drinks to a kid they'll go crazy and hyped!! The sugars is pumping through their adrenaline I guess because they won't stay still for real!! OH GOD! Mummy I think I will be sending my kids to you in the future. ^^
Here's what happened that one exhausting day.
Her mom dropped her off over.
Her mom dropped her off over.
"This is how you keep your purse safe".. and that comes from a 5 years old little girl.
True tho'
Poof! There is a giant hello kitty on the passenger side staring at you!
No kidding when I told you she went all hyped and lunatic.
Didn't I tell you she was bossy? Yahhh she is!! Instead of having her follow you, you are the one who have to follow her... @@
Thursday, 27 October 2011
Wednesday, 26 October 2011
my nonsense noodle mind making nonsense..
Mind noodles. That's what I called them and that's pretty much how I'd describe it now.
I thought everything was fine, and it was. But sometimes the stripey tape and cautionary signs are put there for a reason; once you pass them, some things start less and less sense. Like this post. I wish Blogger had a password protect function to protect you from this drivel, but it doesn't so I'm sorry, here I present my tangled mind noodles on my blog.
Maybe it's that goddamned Nobody song driving me nuts, or maybe it's because I carry the burden of many at once. Either way, I don't know what to think now. For I saw what I wrote, and it was heartbreaking and rubbish.
Mind noodles. That's what I called them and that's pretty much how I'd describe it now.
I thought everything was fine, and it was. But sometimes the stripey tape and cautionary signs are put there for a reason; once you pass them, some things start less and less sense. Like this post. I wish Blogger had a password protect function to protect you from this drivel, but it doesn't so I'm sorry, here I present my tangled mind noodles on my blog.
Maybe it's that goddamned Nobody song driving me nuts, or maybe it's because I carry the burden of many at once. Either way, I don't know what to think now. For I saw what I wrote, and it was heartbreaking and rubbish.
do you want fries with that? Quoted from a hoe friend Juan
I know, I don't blog enough, and if I had 1 cent for every time someone huffed at me about the lack of updates, I would have enough to buy... a medium double cheeseburger McValue meal. wtf.
Because when I don't think about it too much, time just seems to pass by in big slurps without anything happening that I feel the need to sit down and blog about... with the exception of a few things that I don't talk about :S
I think the best way to describe it is like when you're happily slurping a Coke at McD's while spewing a string of Inception theories at your friends, and you suddenly slurp in a mouthful of air which tells you that you ran out of Coke. And then you feel cheated because there's no way you reached the bottom of the paper cup so fast. sigh.
The funny thing about doing what I do though, is that for some things, it doesn't really matter if you don't blog about it because there are about 50 other people probably did (complete with your mugshots, mostly), and so there will always be a bit of you floating around in someone's archives. Probably not the best way to get about it but hey, sometimes they tell it better than I do ;)
I know, I don't blog enough, and if I had 1 cent for every time someone huffed at me about the lack of updates, I would have enough to buy... a medium double cheeseburger McValue meal. wtf.
Because when I don't think about it too much, time just seems to pass by in big slurps without anything happening that I feel the need to sit down and blog about... with the exception of a few things that I don't talk about :S
I think the best way to describe it is like when you're happily slurping a Coke at McD's while spewing a string of Inception theories at your friends, and you suddenly slurp in a mouthful of air which tells you that you ran out of Coke. And then you feel cheated because there's no way you reached the bottom of the paper cup so fast. sigh.
The funny thing about doing what I do though, is that for some things, it doesn't really matter if you don't blog about it because there are about 50 other people probably did (complete with your mugshots, mostly), and so there will always be a bit of you floating around in someone's archives. Probably not the best way to get about it but hey, sometimes they tell it better than I do ;)
everyone has a secret..
All of us have secrets we keep, things we hide behind a mask of "I'm good!" to a "How are you?", even from our closest friends sometimes. Because people don't really care anyway.. everybody's already got enough problems of their own, duhh. Because the truth would let people see beyond the face you put on for polite company, and it wouldn't be a pretty sight. Because it's just easier to live life pretending that everything is gonna turn out just fine.
It's not hard to catch the signs of the emo secrets, it's the emo tweets late in the night, or sometimes blog posts like this one. But I swear I'm not like this all the time, really. At times, I'm still the one you equate with laughing too hysterically, WTF jokes and inappropriate poking of boobs... okay the last one's applicable for Navreet, Khai Wee and Amber only. Still midnights just have a way of bringing out the emoness in me.
All of us have secrets we keep, things we hide behind a mask of "I'm good!" to a "How are you?", even from our closest friends sometimes. Because people don't really care anyway.. everybody's already got enough problems of their own, duhh. Because the truth would let people see beyond the face you put on for polite company, and it wouldn't be a pretty sight. Because it's just easier to live life pretending that everything is gonna turn out just fine.
It's not hard to catch the signs of the emo secrets, it's the emo tweets late in the night, or sometimes blog posts like this one. But I swear I'm not like this all the time, really. At times, I'm still the one you equate with laughing too hysterically, WTF jokes and inappropriate poking of boobs... okay the last one's applicable for Navreet, Khai Wee and Amber only. Still midnights just have a way of bringing out the emoness in me.
I am against pathetic people.
Why give people the satisfaction of letting them get the best of you, when you clearly already know that they envy and want to be you? You should feel bad that they are pathetic enough to want to live their lives through your downfall. People are too weak to follow their own dreams and will find every way possible to try and discourage yours. It’s a natural thing, don’t curse it; bless it, because these pathetic people encourage my conceit.
Why give people the satisfaction of letting them get the best of you, when you clearly already know that they envy and want to be you? You should feel bad that they are pathetic enough to want to live their lives through your downfall. People are too weak to follow their own dreams and will find every way possible to try and discourage yours. It’s a natural thing, don’t curse it; bless it, because these pathetic people encourage my conceit.
People won't stay very long...
It’s sad really. People rust. they evaporate. They slowly erase. And we wonder what happened. Was it our fault or theirs? Did we neglect the friendship or did they no longer need what we had to give? The boys, the girls, one day their names will begin with, ‘you know, what’s her name.’ It’s tough when you realize that the nurture of relationships is constantly evolving, despite every attempt you make to make it last. To live in love. To freeze people in memory...
It’s sad really. People rust. they evaporate. They slowly erase. And we wonder what happened. Was it our fault or theirs? Did we neglect the friendship or did they no longer need what we had to give? The boys, the girls, one day their names will begin with, ‘you know, what’s her name.’ It’s tough when you realize that the nurture of relationships is constantly evolving, despite every attempt you make to make it last. To live in love. To freeze people in memory...
Friday, 7 October 2011
Friends. A simple word isn’t it?
It’s uttered everyday to almost every person imaginable. Who are your friends? I used to think that friends were the people that you could laugh and talk to. Now I know that friends aren’t that, they’re the people that touches your heart. You could spend hours with them doing nothing at all and it can be the best time of your life, just because it was with them. They’re the people you can share your secrets with, cry with, laugh with, and just have fun with. They don’t judge you or make you change. They accept you exactly as you are. They look at you and they see a great person, the one they love spending time with. You all share something in common and are tied together by memories, tears, laughs and smiles. You’re tied together by love for the other. Friendship is the strangest but greatest thing in the world. My friends are my heart, my soul, my fun, my laughter, tears, love and my life.. If you hurt them mark my words.. I can make your death look like an accident. :)
It’s uttered everyday to almost every person imaginable. Who are your friends? I used to think that friends were the people that you could laugh and talk to. Now I know that friends aren’t that, they’re the people that touches your heart. You could spend hours with them doing nothing at all and it can be the best time of your life, just because it was with them. They’re the people you can share your secrets with, cry with, laugh with, and just have fun with. They don’t judge you or make you change. They accept you exactly as you are. They look at you and they see a great person, the one they love spending time with. You all share something in common and are tied together by memories, tears, laughs and smiles. You’re tied together by love for the other. Friendship is the strangest but greatest thing in the world. My friends are my heart, my soul, my fun, my laughter, tears, love and my life.. If you hurt them mark my words.. I can make your death look like an accident. :)
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