She ain't a diva.

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Miri, Sarawak, Malaysia
I write to keep from going mad from the contradictions I find among mankind - and to work some of those contradictions out for myself. If ordinary people complain that I speak too much of myself, I complain that they do not even think of themselves. - Michel de Montaigne

Monday, February 28

Lets make it short cause my life is short.

Hahaha. I can't really figure out what to say, but I got a feeling that I need to say something. Which is very confusing and frustrating at the same time. Really, I'm not even exaggerating. Sometimes, pictures can tell a lot of stories. Stories that we find hard to understand and explained. That's why they have Tumblr, is it? Hahaha I don't know. Just saying. 


Yeah, I used to do this when I was little. Who doesn't-kan? I still do if the book is about history or anything monotonous. Pictures are good liars, but sometimes they reveal the truth. They either make you or break you. And I either talk crap or sing crap right now. Hahaha.

For the whole friggin' years of my life, I must say I've been trying to be the person I am not. And now, this is what I have become. I will change some more in a lot of phase in life, but lets face it, its either liking me or hating me. I'm okay with both. I still talk to those people. I still do good cause I know I'll only answer to two people, God and myself.

Yes, we are. How does holding back feels? It feels ugly, right? If it shows on your face, you better blurt it out. Hahaha. I don't know what to say to this. Its true, though. It really is true.

I don't believe hurting people back really works. I just don't. What do you get when you hurt people back? Jackpot? Or just the awesome feeling? If anyone of you feels great after hurting people, I say you go see a psychiatrist, okay?

Most of the time, its just 'FUCK', 'SHIT', 'BULLSHIT', 'BITCH', 'ASSHOLE', 'BASTARD', 'MOTHERFUCKER', 'DAMN' and etc. Some of the times, its 'I LOVE YOU'. It depends, you know.

I know, I know. But, it's difficult. Believe it or not, I quit my job after two days of working just because we have some communication problems. You know, the language. I kinda like the job, but I don't want to torture myself. I can definitely feel the bad aura coming from all direction and it all went up to me. So, why suffer when you can run away from it? Besides, the pay was just RM250. Who would want to suffer just to get that amount of money at the end of the month? Well, not me.

This is usually said during the school times, but to be honest, I don't hate Mondays during school times. I really don't. Seriously, I'm not playing. Hahaha. You know, the feeling of starting a new week. Very refreshing, indeed! Lately, I feel like I'll be hating Mondays cause there's no enjoyable TV shows or movies on Astro. That's the only reason, so far :3

O MY GOODNESS ME! I HAVE THIS ONE ALREADY! THANKS TO MY MUM FOR ALLOWING ME TO BUY THIS AND MY DAD'S CARD FOR PAYING :D

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