my s300
my phone turned suicidal and suddenly i find myself mourning. (but those who knows the real story would probably scoffed the whole morbid suicide idea off.) its been almost a month without blogging. a busy, expensive, tiring month. yet fulfilling and upsetting at the same time. as usual i do not go into details when i blog; i hate talking too much about my life and breaking them down one by one really. its tiring.
but i see it happening all the time; people breaking down their lives and i often wonder whether its tiring to see " oh today at 3pm i went out with xxx to xx to watch xxx and blah".
anyways, the " you never knew me" message wasnt meant to be blunt/rude or anything; but an honest general statement. i never believed that my secondary sch mates knew me well; besides i was just a shadow of myself when i was in sc. sometimes, its too late to know someone well enough but then again who is to decide? and who says we need to know someone well enough?
i no longer dwell too deeply on the recesses of emotional issues; i am not one good enough to handle that much stress (as learnt in my early years of adolescence.) so a cry to those who practise self -critique as well as thinking too much into issues, give yourself a break. sometimes, letting it all go is the best way. not easy yet, beautiful to embrace life as it presents to you, not through what your heart present to you. (to my professor from momo. you know you!!)
if its called escapism, then there are many other names for it. who gives a fuck as long as you term it whatever you want.
i wonder if i can accomplish everything i want to do/see/explore/be/live/love/cry/(the list goes on) in this lifetime. i find life so pitifully short.
give me perhaps 30 more years of youth. haha. i honestly don't like growing old. loneliness kills; but being old probably would tear me apart. i rather be a frying pan.
alala. another peek into my disorganised mind full of lasting despair for my samsung s300. i bid thee farewell. au revoir. your motherboard had corroded beyond my repair. quirky quirky me saying " akuma". i need my akuma! (nothing satanic. its just a form of endearment for the future special one.)
xoxoxo
but i see it happening all the time; people breaking down their lives and i often wonder whether its tiring to see " oh today at 3pm i went out with xxx to xx to watch xxx and blah".
anyways, the " you never knew me" message wasnt meant to be blunt/rude or anything; but an honest general statement. i never believed that my secondary sch mates knew me well; besides i was just a shadow of myself when i was in sc. sometimes, its too late to know someone well enough but then again who is to decide? and who says we need to know someone well enough?
i no longer dwell too deeply on the recesses of emotional issues; i am not one good enough to handle that much stress (as learnt in my early years of adolescence.) so a cry to those who practise self -critique as well as thinking too much into issues, give yourself a break. sometimes, letting it all go is the best way. not easy yet, beautiful to embrace life as it presents to you, not through what your heart present to you. (to my professor from momo. you know you!!)
if its called escapism, then there are many other names for it. who gives a fuck as long as you term it whatever you want.
i wonder if i can accomplish everything i want to do/see/explore/be/live/love/cry/(the list goes on) in this lifetime. i find life so pitifully short.
give me perhaps 30 more years of youth. haha. i honestly don't like growing old. loneliness kills; but being old probably would tear me apart. i rather be a frying pan.
alala. another peek into my disorganised mind full of lasting despair for my samsung s300. i bid thee farewell. au revoir. your motherboard had corroded beyond my repair. quirky quirky me saying " akuma". i need my akuma! (nothing satanic. its just a form of endearment for the future special one.)
xoxoxo
