blogger tag!

um. hi. just making my yearly mark on da blog ohoho -.-

so i've been tagged by Rahman in this entry which kinda caught me off guard haha (given that i haven't been updating in so long and i thought everybody has forgotten me)

moving on, here's the result of said tag;

what is this? this is a rare occurrence of this miss not-so-blogger

sooooo.

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:

oops i did it again

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):

still a quiet, reserved girl who drapes on sarcasm to make for an excellent defensive coating.

hola minions o/

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.

"oh hello heartbreak, how much did u bleed this time?"

i'm tired.

i'm hurt.

i'm ashamed.

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.

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