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RESPECT YOURSELF. RESPECT ME. ACCEPT MY LOGIC AND HEAR ME SPEAK.
paradox of life
i listen more, speak less, yet i'm a follower.
i listen less, speak more, yet but a yakky person who doesn't give a damn abt how ppl feel.
sometimes i wish things can be done in my way. they're but foolish dreams.
sometimes i let ppl do it their way. yet i ended up being hurt.
i think too much. wild thoughts start bothering me.
if i think too less, will i then just take it for granted?
wad's a sheltered home? T,L,C.
if loved ones care too much, do they resort to treat me like a prisoner undergoing interrogation?
yet if they care too less, i feel neglected & abandoned.
i know that some place me as one of their priorities in their life. and others dun bother.
why then should i stupidly allow the others to hurt my feelings?
sometimes we're at the crossroads, not knowing where to go.
we lost our directions. we need the ones who care bout us to encourage us, not interrogate us.
we need wings to direct us.
here am i pinning down my thoughts. peers will obviously think tt i think too much.
but, ask yourselves, aren't you one of them? don't u feel it this way when you're lost?
but then again, why should i care wad not to write and wad other ppl like to read in my blog?
so, write or not to write? sometimes when we're in the peak of lost emotions, we tend to be selfish, wanting to seek attention tt we need help. so am i. so indirectly, im saying i need help. i need wings.
posted @ 2:06 AM
Phew. Sure is going to be tough.
FIRST UP...
THE BADS:
Im hot-headed. Very easily hot-tempered. BAD BAD BAD.
Im as stubborn as a mule.
I dislike tummy. u know? fats? tummy? ugh.
I particularly moan and groan and roar and scream at ppl who lie to me.
I got a weak heart.
I think i got high blood pressure. Did I mention I get stressed up over the slightest stuff?
OH OH OH. I procrastinate ppl who don't respect me. U really need to take a good look at yourself.
My eyes can pop out. BEWARE.
I think I love bitching.
I eat irregularly. Tat explains me not growing up.
Oh yes. One more. I wake up when the sun sets. COOL HOR.
NOW FOR THE GOODS! YIPPEE!
hmmmmmmmmmmmm.
I love socialising. alot alot!
I want to become a model of my own world. YAYA. DREAM ON.
I love those who love me. Embrace, cherish and all nicey stuff! *HUGSSSS*
Ah. Yes. I love colouring my toe nails, buying chunky earrings & being pretty though i dun think im worth it.
I LOVE PARADOXES OF LIFE. I LURVE, LURRRVEEEE, LURRRRRRRVVVVEEEEEEEE THEM.
FOR GDNESS SAKE, DUN CLASSIFY ME AS 'CY LOVES TO BE A PRINCESS!' YUCKS. MY TERM: RAGDOLL. ugly and tattered. damn cool.
I can go on forever. I'll just stop here. Know more bout me thru my entries! *wriggles my nose*
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WISHLIST:
don't take things for granted
live life happily and in bliss
earn money and be filial
