Hush hush

Everytime I come online, the first thing I do is to sign into msn, facebook, twitter & then, blogger. So many thoughts in mind, I've no idea which I should update or whether I should chat with my friends first. Sometimes, I find myself opening chat logs of people I really want to talk to. I type something really long but after some consideration, I decide not to. Have any of you ever experienced this before? Or signing into your blogger and typing out a really long post and end up deleting it anyway becos' you're afraid people might judge you for what you say or you're just afraid a certain someone will see it? Well, recently I've been pondering over this for quite awhile. It's my blog, my say. As cliche as it sounds, this is my online diary. This are the thoughts that my lips were never able to speak, and this is the only space I can confide in. Of course, for more personal things they'll be written in my diary or saved as drafts. But for now, I'm not gonna be afraid to be judged by anyone. These are how I feel in my everyday life, accept it or not.


As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will.
You will have your heart broken, probably more than once, and it's harder every time.
You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken.
You'll fight with your best friend and you might even fall in love with them.
You'll blame a new love for things an old one did.
You'll cry because time is passing so fast,& you'll eventually lose someone you love.
So take too many pictures, laugh too hard, and love like you've never been hurt,
because every minute you spend mad or upset is a minute of happiness that you'll never get back.

"Learn from your past, move on, grow stronger, people are fake & your trust lasts longer;

do what you do, but always stay true, & never let anybody get the best of you. "

Twenty First

I know my blog is getting really boring, but my life has been getting the least interesting of late. Currently, there are a couple of things on my mind. Like whether I should continue studying? If not what should I do? I've already wasted so much of my parents money, but somehow I feel that even if I continue studying it isn't going to bring me anywhere. My grades are so poor I can't even pass the simplest tests, talk about O levels. All these is going no where. You may think that I'm being immature saying all these crap, but no. I'm already eighteen I'm sure I can think for myself. I need more time to think about this, but time is already running out. Afterall, I still need a minimum O level cert to back me up in the future. Somebody, help me?!

Waen gam

Again & again & again & again.

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Victimized

I don't believe in the word regret.
I believe in the phrase that you fucked up & learned from it.

When In Rome.

It's been a long time since I had such a good time.




Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Homework goes in the trash. Mobile phones are being used in class. Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka. Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties? Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and mum was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest. War was only a card game. And the only drug you knew was cough medicine. When wearing a skirt didn’t make you a slut. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow? And we couldn’t wait to grow up.

How to train your dragon.

Peserverance.