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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.



Flashback.

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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another layer ,
Monday, August 15, 2011 | 11:12 PM



Flogged mind recently . Been staring at the blog post for like .... since .... half an hour ago ? Been trying to find a suitable picture to start the post but haish . Recently , it just seems so hard to find sth that i cans relate to . ... AND i especially hates it when i search like this specific theme like maybe 'photography' and a whole bunch of photos of this random person's camwhore appear . ( Esp on Photobucket , where they used to have these really nice photos . :/ ) And then agains , i couldn't seem to find a quote to describe what i'm feeling cause i've never felt like this before . :x ... ( But i know , i'm not the only one who thinks that , ) " things which seems too good to be true , usually aren't true after all . "

*thinking through today* Gahhh . PE was horrible . So apparently they wanted to assess our floorball skills . ... And amazingly i'm brainwashed that it will actually be useful in my life one day in the future . But anyways , i hate the fact that during tests , it's all about what you do at that moment . Who cares if you cans do it even a few seconds before ? As long as you cant do it when you're tested , you're marked down that you cant do it . O: It's like saying i cant spell phenolphthalein during my chem paper ( which happened to be this afternoon ) , ( it's probably the right spelling okays ) , means i cant spell phenolphthalein ? O.O

Anyways , was having dinner just now and hearing how my brother complain about my dad . Cause apparently , in my family , if you make a mistake , like , for example , coming home later than promise , my dad will rmb it FOR LIFE . But if anyone ( in the family ) informs my dad about any events they've to attend , he probably wont even keep it in his mind for more than say , 10 minutes ? And and after he forgot about the day that we have events , my dad will blame us for not informing him in advance and spoilt his " plans " . Do let me include , that it ishh LAST MIN plans that he might have . O: But you see , you cant expect anyone to put their life on hold just to go with you and do what you want . It's just not fair .

And my brother asked : " Why ishh it that he cans remember every mistake but not anything good we've done or facts that we told him ? " And i told him to ans his own question while my mind cramped itself with more questions of its own . Why ishh it that we always remember pain , that we cry ? Why ishh it that no one will laugh at the same joke over and over but we could cry about the same thing from time to time ? Why ishh it that we mind someone's flaws but we dont appreciate their strengths ? Anyways in the end i told my brother : " Cause that's what matters to him ? "

Sweets pei me go piano yesterday . Sembawang . Lawls . Pretty far if i say so myself . Remember myself asking people to pei me go piano before . And normally i'll end up going alone . ( Anyways , if people really go with me , i'll feel really bad for taking up their time . :/ oh and money . the travel fare . Eeeps . ) Yeah it's pretty time-consuming and all . But i realised yesterday that if you really matter to someone , if someone really wanna be with you , time and distance are just insignificant factors that wont change anything . So for the first time in a long time , i feel cherished and wanted . *spam hearts* And it doesn't really matter if you dont know whether you love me or not when you cans already make me feel this way . (L)


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