Sunday, August 24, 2008

this post won't be that nice either, i'm sorry.
if it's gonna spoil someone's day, then don't read it.
i've warned you.

stop it, really.
what do you think youre looking for?
a false sense of security?
a false sense of attachment?
who are you trying to kid man.
what's your problem.
you try all ways to convince yourself its not real.
but how long will you take to ever realise that?
you idoit, stop it.
love's about giving not taking.
what's up with the selfishness.


and you. another one with a problem.
fine, it's not you, it's me.

all the problems lies with me.
i know that.

i know i have a problem, but i don't know what that is.

i know you know me well, but not well enough.
whether i haven't put in much effort, or any at all for that matter.
that's what you think.
i've tried my best, you got it?
i've put in effort.
and a lot of it, more than before.
but i don't know why i can't make it.
you think i'm not focused enough?
i tell you, i concentrate hard.
i really did.
so stop forcing me all the time, it's not as if i'm a kid.
i'm not that ill-disciplined.
and as you know, i'm a self-striver.
i can go on without motivation, but i can't with demoralisation.
so stop forcing me.
you've driven me to the point where i detest studying.
i keep trying yet you don't notice it.
it's the assurance and affirmity i need, you know?
can you stop picking at my bad points and notice the good ones?
although they are few, there are still some.
i don't do well all the time, but i always put in effort.
i absolutely hate it, but i force myself.
so please, don't let me give up on me.
you have the power to.


what's the point of doing an "empty post" and making it so unreadable?
there's always a way to read it, somehow.
well at least i know ive figured one out?
for those that don't know how, then that's good for you.
and i've been thinking.
if i want it to be unreadable, i might as well make the whole stupid thing private?
yes, i'm gonna find time to do that, soon.

on a happier note, i found someones blog by accident.
someone which i had long lost contact with.
pictures brings back memories.
i still remember them, and i laugh at them.
you might be great friends one day.
then good friends.
then just casual friends.
then don't-really-talk-much friends.
then don't-talk-at-all friends.
then old friends.
but you're still friends.
and you'll be friends forever.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

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lvyalws.
absence makes the heart grow fonder<3

Friday, August 22, 2008

hello world.
ill just make it quick, cos im not supposed to be here now.
cos ive got sore eyes. :0
now it looks like 8( instead of :(.
naw, just exaggerating.
i look so emo like that. :0
but i think its quite cool. HAH.
luckily its not as red as yesterday already though.
sad eyes. HAH.
oh and i cant decide on whether to go to the concert tomorrow?
cos i didnt go for rehearsal today. :\
so i scared ill like screw up where the others dont?
and like ruin the whole thing. :\
nevermind. ill decide tomorrow.
oh and i changed the music player.
yay i like the new playlist.
4 songs by ryan cabrera.
toodles.



you hate me dont you?

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

you have gotta watch this.. this guy is talented.. made my day man! :D

VEN-TRI-CALLY! :D

and i just found out technicolour is only gonna be released worldwide on 8th september. D:

P.S.
what to do with a toecram:
1. hop to the shower on one foot. (if your toes on both feet gets crammed at the same time, then its good luck to you.)
2. drown your crammed toe in very warm water and keep rolling it around.
3. dry it between sheets of filter paper and spam socks to keep the heat in. (fine, that aint funny.)

trust me it works(: ive tried it(:
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`food for thought**

to walk on water, you have to step out of the boat. :D * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *