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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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for the sake of it ,
Friday, February 24, 2012 | 11:49 PM



( Photo : 140212 )
All i cans say ishh Valentine was disappointing . The thing ishh , i din even know what im expecting . If i really know you , should have known better than to hope for anything , but if i dont know you through and through , i've no right to hope for anything from you .

This morning walked by a bunch of kids playing catching at the void deck . …. And I suddenly felt very old indeed . Lawls . When was the last time I played catching , now games like these seems so un-ladylike . So many things are now deemed unglam when you grow up . When people say “ I used to …. When I was young … ” , I wished I could say “ I still do that now ” . The innocence , the carefree-ness , these things that I miss every once in a while .

Been posting quite frequently recently . Somehow have this feeling that the quality ishh dropping as the quantity increase though . LOL . Learning econs now . Still deciding whether I should continue taking it in JC . From what my seniors said ( whom I so dearly trust ) , econs in year 5 and 6 ishh not so easy . And that learning these minor parts of econs in year 4 ishh really just a waste . Which is why I rather take as little subjects as possible instead of combi like triple science , then I cans focus on specific subjects . P:

Speaking of seniors , was just thinking about how unsure of everything I am once I’ve become a senior myself . It’s just like the story of how a mother taught her daughter how to eat the fish but not how to fish . Now the responsibility of teaching the new juniors are passed down to me and there’s just so many things to teach that I dunno how to start and I realize that . I’ve to figure it out myself . And I can only blame myself for bloody playing truancy when I was in year 1 . ( And just have to show a year 1 photo : )


I’m not sure whether I post this before but whichever , I must really express how I much I agree with this quote : We hurt the ones who love us and love the one who hurt us . And suddenly That’s the Way I Love You by Taylor Swift plays in my head . I had a great boyfriend , “ He is sensible and so incredible that all my single friends are jealous ~ ” He never hurts me like you do , never leaves me crying overnight , letting me sleep with tears in my eyes and made sure even if we fight , I will fall asleep feeling fine .

And the only reason why I fell asleep when I talk to you was just because I was too exhausted or too hurt to continue talking . Your goodnight could be said with contempt , but when you do mean it , I became too overwhelmed with affection . I love falling asleep while being hugged by you . It’s sounds like a long ago dream . … Perhaps I was just in love with the you in my memory . Sheesh I really need a new cute guy to fall for . Seems like just not so long ago when I was looking for new love . LOL .

Last time I used to blog going by so call topics . Like list events under studies , CCA , friends , family , relationship , outings , CIPs , piano lessons . Now I’m like just typing whatever that comes to mind . Actually if I were able to type whatever that’s on my mind , I wouldn’t have lost so many inspiration . I hate it to the core when I had wonderful inspiration ( when I’m having my walks or showers ) then when I cans finally settle down to record them , I had no idea what was on my mind . Like writer’s block . /abruptending/

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