We lived in two different worlds.. you and me

my world is prison and a sanctuary for me

it looks the same as your world

but mine is twisted once you try to enter it

so yeah that's why you will never really knows me

and I'm fine with it. I never expected people to understand me.

Just leave me here and be on your way.

Cheers.

Sometimes people who thinks they're matured will comment on your immaturity

Now the big question is who the hell are you to say what should I do with my life? My mom?

Dear those people.. Please shut the hell up and mind your own business.

Cuz there's a limit on how much crap I can take from your mouth.




   An internet slang from originated from the word newbie which mean somebody inexperienced in any profession or activity. 

   That's me. Getting my first DSLR camera last month, I jumped in the world of photographing, hoping that I can survive the steep learning curve. So far so good, but who knows? Anyway...God help me. 

   To be truthful, I never take most of the thing in my life seriously but somehow I never lose my interest in taking photo. Maybe since I'm not really good in expressing myself in words, so I use the photos I took to tell my feeling. 

Anyyyyway I think the lecturer is glaring at me.


Peace

All of us have it right? Some past that we could not forget or let go. Every time we try to forget it, it will always appear back in our life.. Letting go, easier said than done.. for me too, I hope that I will finally accept this and move on.

Apparently I fall easily for the glasses

When I was younger I always thought that my family is normal..long long ago that is.. I guess when I went 

through the age I realized that there is actually no normal family.. every family got their quirks I guess but 

nowhere near the weirdness of my family.. but then again maybe something IS wrong in my head.. 

I guess being detached from what I called family have an effect on my head.. I always thought that being 

the eldest we must never ever be a failure, we have to succeed in everything never to show weakness..at 

least  that's how I was brought up.. There was a time that I rebelled against my parents and wow that was 

liberating.. but time mature us I guess.. in the end things become clear and well you could say it went 

better after that.. and I'm glad my siblings don't follow my footstep haha 

well that was a story from long - long ago and I'm really, really thankful for everyone I met during those 

rebellious years.. you guys help me one way or another and for that I'm really grateful for you guys.. 

too bad they wont be reading this :P

 



Well that's it for a piece of my normal? life.. Stay tuned






Cheerio



I've been thinking what to put in this blog for awhile..but in the end I've decided it to be part rant about anything, part life journal so people can laugh at my idiocy and part creative writing if I have the time. 


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My rant about the world. and no I'm not emo/goth/etc.

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