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Thursday, July 29, 2010 / 10:00 PM  Pig trotter leg ): Hi. Basically, there was school today. Nevertheless, one word, sucks. I'm currently lack of sleep. I'm always doing things at the very last minute when its time for all humans to hop on to your own bed. Ending up, regretting why. Ha ha ha. I think I might dread to school already. I don't really have the study mood now but, tsunami is coming. Dots! I'm so freak mad this afternoon. There was this idiot saying that I'm acting one in the washroom but then I did not. She's just acting one big fark! *pui* Go find your form teacher say senior bully junior okay. As If I Care. Remember marh ?! Tmd!  [I was just trying to show you my baby blue nails because I find it a cute color and its not showing off, dude!] Before I met you, I wondered why all the lyrics in love songs were so exaggerated: Why do lyricists create such mushy and overemotional sentences? Why can’t they just write a good melody without those melodramatic lyrics? That is plain exaggeration. Before I fell in love with you, I thought romance novels were just so silly: Why would a person cry for another person for hours? How could a person wait for his lover for years? That is plain silliness. Before we became a couple, I thought romance movies were just so stupid: How could a person love another person so deeply that it became an obsession? How could one sacrifice so much, even to the extent of his own life, for his lover? That is plain stupidity. When I realized I had fallen so deeply in love with you, I finally understood that songs, novels and movies are just reflections of life, inspired by the writers’ true stories. Because when you decided to end our relationship, I realized our story mirrors a love song that I once heard, a novel you once read and a movie we once watched. Why must I always wear different masks wherever I go? I am so sick and tired of my life. Who can help me tear away these masks of mine that are lingering in my skin? Why must I play the role of a strong daughter in front of my parents, a great student in front of my teachers and a contented girl in front of my classmates? Why must I keep on telling everyone around me that I am capable, by putting on the multiple masks of disguise for different people? This afternoon, I looked into the mirror and realized that I could no longer recognize myself. My reflection was of a faceless girl, awaiting the next mask to be placed on.Why are we always trying to pose for the best posture for the camera, when we know we can never change reality? Click wo de nuffnang :D Ai si ni! |
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