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because it ain't necessarily so
Foreword.


I am forced by the passing of time, the transition of life stages, and the expectations of society to grow up and to behave like a "grown-up" (whatever that would constitute). But here, I would just be a little childish, a little self-centered, a little irresponsible, a little too honest but also a little too pretentious.

24, and still counting.



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Kept all my past posts intact because my past was what made me, me. Deleting them doesn't change who I am so I revisit my memories sometimes, to learn and to laugh at my past mistakes.

(Just kidding, I revert some posts to drafts because I'm utterly embarrassed.)


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heart of steel ,
Wednesday, April 27, 2011 | 9:09 PM



Having the slackiest days ever recently . Like seriously , teachers not coming classes , sleepy mindless lessons , shopping after school ... Days before the mad exam week . And i know , by next week or probably this weekend , i'll regret not cherishing my time and studying . But nevertheless , seeing my new purchases , mad love die them . Having a new love with rings , double rings especially . ♥ But it's not easy to find a nice nice double ring that cans easily go with the clothes i have .

So call stalking people randomly , ( despite all the upcoming tests , i'm here wasting my time ) , though it's not something i usually do . The stalking i mean , i waste my time alot de . :X I'm pretty much a self-centered person who dont really care about the rest of the world ( aka , people who i'm not so close to , who really ishh , ) beyond my world . So whenever i heard something new about someone , like the latest gossip about what-and-who-so-ever , i'll be like amazed somehow . Amaze at how people i know will know things what i dont know ( ... which happens well , more than half the time ) and amazed at how other people's life can be exciting too . Frankly speaking , i'm what people call ignorant .

So anyways , i was seeing how people was like scolding others on social networks , then i was thinking , eeeeeee so vulgar , then i realise , heys ! That's what make it interesting . Then i look back at my blog posts and i realise i've got that melancholy aura . But my past posts . Horrible die ttm . I cant even bear to read them myself . And maybe , 20 years down the road i cant read this either . Things always changes somehow . I know i did . Anyways , i was talking about vulgarities and somehow , it has become a horrible habit of my daily life . Perhaps i'll declare one of the days in the week to be a "pure" day and there'll be no vulgarities / dirty stuffs . Gotta be pure on a "pure" day . Thursday maybe . Cause i hate Thursday . :X

Today champs was eat shit please . Relationship talks / sex educations in school have never failed to be boring and awkward and hilarious and lame at the same time . And today was no different . Though this time de teachers are like the best among all i've endured . And this time , i seriously had no one on my mind throughout this whole lesson . Personally , it feels saddening yet amazing at the same time . .... And suddenly , i'm at a loss for words . :/

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