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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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dont blame love ,
Sunday, August 7, 2011 | 10:25 AM



OH and why that photo ? :P Recently kept talking to that little girl . That little senior . Another one who tried digging things out of me . .... Ishh that a new trend that i dont know of ? :P Digging secrets out of people who look interesting . Hahah . Speaking of secrets , everyone seems to think i've a lot to hide , which i kind of did , but that's the thing about it . I did . It's in past tense . It's of the past . And i said things , did things , things that i never mean , going around doing the same mistakes like a routine . With this guy , then that guy , with this friend , then that friend . And i said this over and over agains till i'm so sick of myself . .... Stupid weather ruin my mood . :(

Anyways , speaking of repeated experience . I rmb , many a times in class , i done so many things that irritate people , and only till AFTER i did it then do i feel bad about it . Like the other day , i was too cheeky and anyhow shot the rubber band on Jiahui's hand . Without meaning to , i hurt her . :/ She got angry of cause , and i apologies . ( i did it on myself afterwards and yeah it's really pain . Eeeps . ) Till now , i could still remember clearly the thing that went through my mind that moment when i apologized to her . " Why do we always hurt people , and then apologies afterwards ? What made us do it in the first place ? " :/

Anyways , it was your birthday yesterday . The first year i know you , we had a big fight days before your birthday , and i never do anything for you . Last year , i was so winded up with my life and my loss of you , i passed by the day in a shadow . This year , tried booking you days and even weeks before , but you were too busy for me . And every time you rejected me , all these time after you hurt my feelings , you said , ily all over agains . What are words if you really dont mean them when you say them ? And now , we cant even be proper friends . Lawls . The other day , my friend asked me about you , and i din know what to say , it felt like you're someone i knew long ago . Someone i made up from my memory . Someone who never really bring out the best in me .

Dont know why am i blogging when i dont really have the mood for writing . Haish . And i dont really know what to write . Currently , i keep thinking about the audience i have out there , who might be reading this , how will they judge me . And then i start feeling like my posts are crap and they are like the " slippery slope stories " the language arts teacher always warn us against and it felt like i was just brushing through the surface of what i really wanna say .

` I hate endings , not because i'm left alone or not loved anymore . I hate endings because they left me thinking how and when to start agains .

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