i might or might be not fell out of these blogging thing. sucha commitment, eh?
it's not like i have nothing to say, instead i have /alot/ of things going on in my rl.
it just that i seemed to have this inability to translate it into composed, coherent words. and it didn't help that most of my attempt before tend to went out of topic
so my idea for this time's post is...bonding time! \o/ or in other word little trivias about me that none of you would really care about
so here we go:
so sometimes i would have this random daredevil (re: berani mati) moments with my actions or words.
okay i'm normally not like those over-the-top girl in everything they do but i sure damn can when i wanted to.
enough yapping, lemme list some of the exhibits of my daredevil moments, mostly those that concerns boys (because we all know that's where the interesting part was):
to tell the truth, i've been approached by lots of men boys secretly over the years.
yeah i'm sorry but turn off your dundundun music cue cuz it's not what you think it is.
what i mean by 'approached' is that lots of them had come up to me to seek advice. be it about love, friendship, career, sex relationship, education. so what i'm trying to say is i don't know if i'm just special or this seems to be proving my boys-don't-take-what-girls-has-to-say-seriously point of view wrong.
yeah. keeping true to my failure to keep with commitment, i have been postponing my blog updates till' now lol. but thank you anyway to those who are willing to dedicate their most precious 5 seconds of their life to read this. but be careful, long read is long.
i don't know why my heart are so prone to heartbreak and rejection. o fate, i might be able to laugh it off the first few times, but this time i'm not sure it's funny anymore. is it just me or the pain magnifies a hundred times more when you're an adult?
i wish i were still a child. i was so strong back then, so furious against the surroundings. dragging the whole childhood burden of prejudices under my little girl's feet.
now i don't know where's that little girl are. maturity might've consumed too much of her energy that it left her adult self nothing to cope on.
the pain is still the same, only the difference now is that it is much more greater than i can handle. with no sort of shield my child self used to have, it's me against the world now. instead of getting stronger, i feel like i'm getting restless.
i'm tired of fighting, and i'm tired of waiting too.
this be my last try of getting what i want. god forbid my heart will be half dead even if i moved on.
until then, peace be to any soul that's willing to breathe my heart back into life.
i don't why did i just watch this movie now, and not much earlier. now i feel very sorry to Mdm. Akmah for not appreciating this story when she told us to read it before.
now i'm off to read the book. it's a great one based on a true story.
among the memorable quotes from Morrie:
"Love each other or die."
"Once you learn how to die, you learn how to live."
"Forgive yourself before you die. Then forgive others."
"Love is how you stay alive, even after you are gone."
"So many people walk around with a meaningless life. They seem half-asleep, even when they're busy doing things they think are important. This is because they're chasing the wrong things. The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to your community around you, and devote yourself to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning."
a boy shouldn't looked too good in a skirt just like how a girl shouldn't be too good with her words.
but too bad i am too damn good with my words greater than how i love my pretty boys in skirts. (but strangely casual verbal activity aren't exactly my favorite past-time things to do. hum.)
i love being in my own space so if ever you have the intention invading please knock first and prior apology if i didn't serve you enough hospitality because i'm just an awkward-(but !fierce)turtle as awkward as my own face.