Worlds

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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.

F you

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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.

Noob

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   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. 


Overheard about a guy bitching on how bad his ex is..
Resisted the temptation to say "Dude, no wonder she left you. Not to mention you're one of the reason that gives bad name to our gender."

Too bad my self-restrain elf was working on that day..Oh well

So yeah, I practically forgot I have a blog and to make things worst I also forgot the password..


It takes around 10 attempts to get it right sooo it's worth it I guess..


Right now nearing the end of the summer break a lot of things happen..


Will be meeting the old gang back when the semester starts back..and believe me I'm gonna abuse my seniority muhahahahaha

Pick up something interesting to read for this looong holiday http://www.questionablecontent.net it's a kinda slice-of-life webcomic with interesting story..You'll know if you read it.

Other than that... Nothing I guess..Pretty much cooped up in the house except for the occasional hanging out..


and that's all for the long and overdue update


(yeap I'm pretty much having a boring summer break. Seriously can't wait for the semester to start)



a room with a thousand masks,
that have a thousand lies,
that have a thousand truths,
which mask should I choose?
the painful truth?
or
the sweet lies?
a room with a thousand mask,
that have a thousand lies,
that have a thousand truths,
there I stand,
choosing the truth,
even if I,
will bleed in the end,
a room with a thousand masks.

we live in an age of betrayal,
where friends will stab your back,
where lovers will betray the trust,
where the ally is the enemy,
we live in an age of betrayal,
where trust is just a word,
without meaning,
a word,
empty and hollow,
just a decoration,
we live in an age of betrayal,
where we can't trust own selves,
we can't trust our own action,
we can't trust our own judgement,
for that we fear,
that it will betray us in the end,
I say my friend,
we do live in a fun age,
don't we?

somehow, I'm just posting poem in here,

oh well, it is random rant

and I think my poem qualifies as rant.



well that's all


Cheers,


untitled 2


failure and rejection,
so used to it,
part of my life,

use me,
throw me away,
ignore me,
yes I know,
I was no more than trash,

I remembered it all,
time will never erase it,
time will never heal it,

but revenge,
I will never take,
I will never stoop so low,
all I will do,
all I'm going to do,

I will prove this trash,
will worth more than any treasure,
and finally you will see,
a trash won't forever be a failure.

tell me,
do you regret your past?
or do you cherish it?
do you loath it?
because all the pain it caused?
because all the hate it reminds?
or do you missed it?
because of all the beautiful memories?
because of all the people you've met?
or do you think nothing of the past?
for you,
those distant days,
have passed,
and there is no use looking back,
or for you the past is just a road,
that everyone have to take,
to arrive here,
the present,
and also the future,
or you are trapped in your past,
unable to take a step forward,
fearing the future,
for what it may bring,
so now tell me,
what do you think of the past?

that monster,
hated his heart,
so black and hideous,
it was a reminder,
of a time where he was lost and weak,
so he ripped it out,
and throw it away,
later,
that monster regretted it,
that heart was the only one never to leave him,
his only treasure,
gone,taken,lost,

them who found that heart,
think that them found a treasure,
a relic from distant past,
covered in dust that needs to be washed,
but then when them saw,
what it truly is,
them throw it away,
without a second thought,

and then,
there was a story,
of a monster looking for its heart,
still gone, taken, lost, vanished to this day,
that black heart,
his only treasure.

once,
from the light,
I fall in it,
in the darkness of the heart,
but somehow,
I've grown to love it,
that pitch black darkness,
that hides my true feelings,
my true thoughts,
my true intentions,
my hideous true self.

maybe I never did fall in it,
maybe I was lost in the light in the first place,
maybe this darkness is my origin.

or maybe I don't belong anywhere,
neither in the light,
nor in the darkness,
I've grown in both,
they help me become who I am now,
but still what's my true self?
the one that hide in darkness?
or the one struggle to find the way in the light?

here I stand,
between the light and the dark,
still thinking the question,
until I realized,
this is me,
a human.

Boooo

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andddddddd here I am. again. sighhh..


after one hell of a month doing college events, finally freeeeedoooommm!


and it smell's like few week worth of laundry  =__=''


not to mention a mountain load of assignment..

so whats the point of that freedom? sighhhhh..

that's the price I have to pay to just remain here

oh well.. 

now equipping my *assignment time* gear

I'm gonna dive into the mountain.

Wish me luck

Oh before I forget, here's something for my broadband provider..






And that's it

Cheers : )

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