View from Bedok Jetty. See see, Singapore Flyer!

First thing first.. My heartfelt condolences to both my JE library buddies. Nadzierah, whose Mum passed away quite recently. My bestfriend, Awaliah, whose Granddad passed away 2 days ago. Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un. Surely we belong to Allah and to Him shall we return. Muslims believe that God is the One who gives and that it is He who takes away; He is testing humankind. Hence, a Muslim submits to God and is grateful and thankful to God for whatever they receive. On the other hand, they are patient in times of turmoil and calamity.

Good afternoon. School is such a chore. I find that Project Work is really... dumb. Ugh sucky piece of shiet. Well, some people should really look into the mirror, reflect on themselves, and realise how much of a loser they really are. Isn't it darn obvious that you don't have a life? Like how you really try to be a chameleon to really blend yourself with the surroundings. You're not that an animal, know. We all know how you bitch about others behind their backs to your particular group of best-friends-forever and then when your bffs are not there, you'll be with the people you bitch about.

Get a life; stop being the biggest loser.

Hell yeah, I too have my big ego. But c'mon.. You do not have to adversely affect others with the helluva big shiet you have right?

Sometimes, don't you wish you can say these:

1. Your jokes ain't funny, shut up.
2. No, your ideas suck. Shut up.
3. Your voice, oh my god. My ears are bleeding ....internally. Shut up.
4. Hey c'mon, stop whining. Shut up.

and on and on.

Hello. I love my blog. The design and stuff. So I have to blog. Hahahaha. (:

My life is good.

Yeah, nothing to cry about. The joy of breathing, sensing, feeling.. What more can I ask? I have a superb family, great good trusted friends, fun acquaintances, the best friends I can ever asked for.. What is there to be not happy of? I have hands, legs, I can move, talk, listen, understand, think.. I am happy. I am happy. I am.

Life ain't perfect, know.

However, I can't help but to ask for more.

In Secondary School expository essays, I always wrote about how teenagers don't appreciate what they have. I always wrote about teenagers wanting more leading to their superficial sadness. To think of it again, I was writing about myself. But, I can't help it. We all want perfections don't we?

We always ask, "Why can't I be like him?" "Why am I not as rich as him?"

Because, the subject of comparison is always better off.

But imagine, if the subject was really poor, physically disabled, disfigured, homeless, really has no one left for him... just not perfect. Ask yourself, "Why can't I be happy like him?" "Why can't I live life to the fullest like him?" "Why can't I appreciate anything I have like him?"

What if tomorrow will be your last day..

What if you have to bid your last goodbye to life's imperfections?

-toodles.

Hello sorry for the long hiatus. I should be studying now. I should be revising. But I can't.. Fuck, I love the night. Without the physical company of people, you begin to peel the facade you've been wearing. You begin to feel you. You begin to realize, who you really are inside, on that day, at least. And, sometimes, it makes you sad.
Why live in a pretense? Because living life truthfully affects others.
And under strong pretense, you don't even know why you're sad. Why? Digging, trying to heal the bruises, trying to find the answer as to why you're upset. It's right there. The answer is just there. But you can't grasp it.
Dear Life, I'm spending too much time on you; I'm focusing too much on you, that Reality is pushed aside. Self-denial.

"Let you alone! That's all very well, but how can I leave myself alone? We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?"

"People want to be happy, isn't that right? Haven't you heard it all your life? I want to be happy, people say. Well, aren't they? Don't we keep them moving, don't we give them fun? That's all we live for, isn't it? For pleasure, for titillation? And you must admit our culture provides plenty of these."

"... You ask Why to a lot of things and you wind up very unhappy indeed,"

- quotes from Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

Because, under that great mask of happiness, there's nothing. Empty.

View from Bedok Jetty. See see, Singapore Flyer!

First thing first.. My heartfelt condolences to both my JE library buddies. Nadzierah, whose Mum passed away quite recently. My bestfriend, Awaliah, whose Granddad passed away 2 days ago. Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un. Surely we belong to Allah and to Him shall we return. Muslims believe that God is the One who gives and that it is He who takes away; He is testing humankind. Hence, a Muslim submits to God and is grateful and thankful to God for whatever they receive. On the other hand, they are patient in times of turmoil and calamity.

Good afternoon. School is such a chore. I find that Project Work is really... dumb. Ugh sucky piece of shiet. Well, some people should really look into the mirror, reflect on themselves, and realise how much of a loser they really are. Isn't it darn obvious that you don't have a life? Like how you really try to be a chameleon to really blend yourself with the surroundings. You're not that an animal, know. We all know how you bitch about others behind their backs to your particular group of best-friends-forever and then when your bffs are not there, you'll be with the people you bitch about.

Get a life; stop being the biggest loser.

Hell yeah, I too have my big ego. But c'mon.. You do not have to adversely affect others with the helluva big shiet you have right?

Sometimes, don't you wish you can say these:

1. Your jokes ain't funny, shut up.
2. No, your ideas suck. Shut up.
3. Your voice, oh my god. My ears are bleeding ....internally. Shut up.
4. Hey c'mon, stop whining. Shut up.

and on and on.

Hello. I love my blog. The design and stuff. So I have to blog. Hahahaha. (:

My life is good.

Yeah, nothing to cry about. The joy of breathing, sensing, feeling.. What more can I ask? I have a superb family, great good trusted friends, fun acquaintances, the best friends I can ever asked for.. What is there to be not happy of? I have hands, legs, I can move, talk, listen, understand, think.. I am happy. I am happy. I am.

Life ain't perfect, know.

However, I can't help but to ask for more.

In Secondary School expository essays, I always wrote about how teenagers don't appreciate what they have. I always wrote about teenagers wanting more leading to their superficial sadness. To think of it again, I was writing about myself. But, I can't help it. We all want perfections don't we?

We always ask, "Why can't I be like him?" "Why am I not as rich as him?"

Because, the subject of comparison is always better off.

But imagine, if the subject was really poor, physically disabled, disfigured, homeless, really has no one left for him... just not perfect. Ask yourself, "Why can't I be happy like him?" "Why can't I live life to the fullest like him?" "Why can't I appreciate anything I have like him?"

What if tomorrow will be your last day..

What if you have to bid your last goodbye to life's imperfections?

-toodles.

Hello sorry for the long hiatus. I should be studying now. I should be revising. But I can't.. Fuck, I love the night. Without the physical company of people, you begin to peel the facade you've been wearing. You begin to feel you. You begin to realize, who you really are inside, on that day, at least. And, sometimes, it makes you sad.
Why live in a pretense? Because living life truthfully affects others.
And under strong pretense, you don't even know why you're sad. Why? Digging, trying to heal the bruises, trying to find the answer as to why you're upset. It's right there. The answer is just there. But you can't grasp it.
Dear Life, I'm spending too much time on you; I'm focusing too much on you, that Reality is pushed aside. Self-denial.

"Let you alone! That's all very well, but how can I leave myself alone? We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?"

"People want to be happy, isn't that right? Haven't you heard it all your life? I want to be happy, people say. Well, aren't they? Don't we keep them moving, don't we give them fun? That's all we live for, isn't it? For pleasure, for titillation? And you must admit our culture provides plenty of these."

"... You ask Why to a lot of things and you wind up very unhappy indeed,"

- quotes from Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

Because, under that great mask of happiness, there's nothing. Empty.

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