Tell me then, does anyone really read through my entries?
Malaysia Idol Clip. Bliming Hilarious.
It's funny how my in-school and out-of-school personalities are so vastly contrasted. It's funny how in school I don't blend in, but I don't think I stick out either. It's funny how I do this by choice, how I choose to sit quietly in my seat by the corner of the classroom, as though I am a permamnent fixture there, reading my novels.
I'm just kind of there. Somewhere along the lines, I've become so afraid of my own feelings that I'm blanketing all the "how are yous" with a slow smile and a loud enough mumble of whatever comes to my mind. Don't get me wrong, I've grown to be fond of courage03+04 and if nothing else, I've seen how each and every one of them are beautiful in their own ways. Natalie and how we've formed a pattern of working together over the pas three years and the concern and morales instilled in her. Charlene for all the gossip sessions and being someone I know I can count on in school. Charlotte whom despite everything will always hold a special place in my heart. Peiyi albeit seeming quiet being really funny and helping me get through classes and being a loyal friend. Maymay being really friendly and helpful. Suejean for all the laughter. I wont forget that LiHuan taught me shearing or that Joyce/Jiaqi are always nice to me. And of course Constance and her witty humour. Jos always lending me her books. Denise and Charmaine keeping me updated on the academics. Sufern my fairygodmommy who's been with me for a long time. Maxy being so sweet and concern. Onestar with her hilarious stories that crack me up. And wendy can draw so well
It's just that I don't think they know me at all. And most certainly I'm not putting the blame on them, for it takes two hands to clap, and it is I doing the hiding behind my binded pages of fiction. In a way, I'm deceiving them and the lack of carefreeness can sometimes be overwhelming. Perhaps I'm waiting for something extraordinary to happen. For a boombang, being the fantacistdreamer I am. Something that makes everyone drop their LV and Gucci and choke on their coffee. Maybe in general, this world needs some type of catastrophe to didact and make us take notice and realize that everyone has promblems. Not just you; not just me.
And then I realized: This world's made of beauty, obsession, worry, and money problems, more problems, more problems and more problems. When's the last time you've let your hair down and noticed the sky? Everyone thinks clouds are white. Look out your window; spend a minute or two and scrutinize the clouds, they're pink and blue and yellow with a hint of white. But they come together to form white. Just like us.
It's funny how my in-school and out-of-school personalities are so vastly contrasted. It's funny how in school I don't blend in, but I don't think I stick out either. It's funny how I do this by choice, how I choose to sit quietly in my seat by the corner of the classroom, as though I am a permamnent fixture there, reading my novels.
I'm just kind of there. Somewhere along the lines, I've become so afraid of my own feelings that I'm blanketing all the "how are yous" with a slow smile and a loud enough mumble of whatever comes to my mind. Don't get me wrong, I've grown to be fond of courage03+04 and if nothing else, I've seen how each and every one of them are beautiful in their own ways. Natalie and how we've formed a pattern of working together over the pas three years and the concern and morales instilled in her. Charlene for all the gossip sessions and being someone I know I can count on in school. Charlotte whom despite everything will always hold a special place in my heart. Peiyi albeit seeming quiet being really funny and helping me get through classes and being a loyal friend. Maymay being really friendly and helpful. Suejean for all the laughter. I wont forget that LiHuan taught me shearing or that Joyce/Jiaqi are always nice to me. And of course Constance and her witty humour. Jos always lending me her books. Denise and Charmaine keeping me updated on the academics. Sufern my fairygodmommy who's been with me for a long time. Maxy being so sweet and concern. Onestar with her hilarious stories that crack me up. And wendy can draw so well
It's just that I don't think they know me at all. And most certainly I'm not putting the blame on them, for it takes two hands to clap, and it is I doing the hiding behind my binded pages of fiction. In a way, I'm deceiving them and the lack of carefreeness can sometimes be overwhelming. Perhaps I'm waiting for something extraordinary to happen. For a boombang, being the fantacistdreamer I am. Something that makes everyone drop their LV and Gucci and choke on their coffee. Maybe in general, this world needs some type of catastrophe to didact and make us take notice and realize that everyone has promblems. Not just you; not just me.
And then I realized: This world's made of beauty, obsession, worry, and money problems, more problems, more problems and more problems. When's the last time you've let your hair down and noticed the sky? Everyone thinks clouds are white. Look out your window; spend a minute or two and scrutinize the clouds, they're pink and blue and yellow with a hint of white. But they come together to form white. Just like us.