You don't need lucidity to find joy. Joy is where you decide to put your heart at. There's just something about words that I love, that works in sync with codes. Solituditary, writing, imagination. Those, are my favourites.
So hey. This is my blog. I love writing. The posts and titles here are inspired from real life world and experiences.
Typing about hurt doesn't make me a sadist.
Typing about heartbreaks doesnt mean im on post-break up denial.
Typing about love and crushes doesn't mean im in love.
Typing about death doesn't make me an emo kid.
We are all more in depth than the naked eye can see. I hate being ridiculed.
I think I won't be uploading as much photos here now that Facebook is available. Read on, comment, whatever.
Enjoy articulating or connecting my words with your life. Welcome.
Remember when we were little, and we would accidentally bite a kid on the playground? Our teachers would go "Say you're sorry." And we would say it, but we wouldn't mean it. Because the stupid kid we bit, totally deserved it. But, as we get older, making amends isn't so simple. After the playground days are over, you can't just say it. You have to mean it. Of course, when you become an adult, sorry is not a happy word. It either means you're dieing and I can't help. Or, it means this is really gonna hurt. -cheers to Grey's Anat. I totally miss watching it.
After school, movie day for Ra zak and myself, no pictures though. Watched 2 movies today. Jennifer's Body and Orphan. Whoa, shiok i tell you! Especially Orphan. Can die right then and there. Next up, its gonna be Final Destination 4. Oh ya, got back my report card. Did okay, alhamdulillah.
10/10 sia this sick movie. Pretty okay alright lah this one