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Monday, May 23, 2011

And its not easy one bit.



Wednesday, March 09, 2011

Well... Hello again.

Its been long and well, you can choose to blame it on technology and the extra box of laziness that is secretly packed along with it. Since school ended, I could literally count the number of times I've used my laptop for anything because I've been able to access everything through my little Blackberry :)

I guess you can say I've become lazy. Blame it on twitter and its 140 character limit. Everything I want to express or anything I feel is summarized into 140 characters and VIOLA its done. I mean yes, it does come with its benefits cause well now i've got to think through sentence structure and choosing appropriate words and etc. If only twitter existed in my Secondary school days. Summary used to be my weakest shit.

So I'm done with school. That day everyone looked forward too didn't turn out to be anything like I thought it'd be. When reality sunk in, suddenly school seemed to be the better option. Every morning I wake up with a head filled with questions. What to do today? What do I want to achieve etc. It doesn't help that my dad bugs me everyday and any tom, dick and harry I meet asks the same questions I dread " so what are your plans now?" Gaaaaaah!

I've got so many things running through my head, I dont know which to begin with. I just wished I could dig my brain out and just give it a real good scrub. Just wash everything and put it back in. I've got a whole list of things I want to achieve by my 21st and I need a real good boost. I can't seem to start. Its just all words with no actions. I need to hire a motivator, to be my cheerleader, to kick start my day and end it filling fulfilled and satisfied.

Dear God,
You know the things running though my head.
You know the things I worry all day
You know how i feel
You know what I lack

HELP ME!

LOVE, ME

I wished I could grab someone with me, grab my starbucks and sit on the rooftop of Vivo and just spill out everything. ):

Anyone?



Monday, January 10, 2011

I should never be too sure of myself.

I should never be confident.

I should never feel good.

Cause it all ends with a big fucking slap on my face.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010


An unexpected call from a friend made my day.

Yes there ARE people who CARE!

I was wrong to think that people are selfish.

I'm going to sleep with a smile plastered on my face today (:


Thank you friend ( you know who you are) if you see this! (:

Monday, October 25, 2010

Its just a day away. PLEASE I pray let this be the last time and THE time I actually DO WELL!
I've done my best. I tried to give my all. This time please I lay it all down before you Dear God!

Love ,

ME :)


Monday, October 04, 2010

If only for today, I am unafraid.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Will you grab me by the shoulders and shake the crap out of me?
Throw a bucket of ice cold water right at me.
Smack a wooden plank on my head.

Just slap me right and left on my face! That should do.

Will you?




I'm swollen with emotions.

I've been spending my nights up thinking through alot of stuff.

Am I not good enough?

What am I lacking?

What am I not doing right?

Why am I not pushing myself harder?

Am I bothering too much?

Do they even care?

Am I too naive?

Am I too ignorant?

Why am I like this?

Why do they do this?

What am I feeling?

How can I get rid of this feeling?

Why is all this happening?

WHY ME?


“Cowardice asks the question, ‘Is it safe?’ Expediency asks the question, ‘Is it politic?’ But conscience asks the question, ‘Is it right?’ And there comes a time when one must take a position that is neither safe, nor politic, nor popular but because conscience tells one it is right.” — Martin Luther King, Jr.