Hello Honeys. *winks* hehe~

So recently I've been noting down things to write down. That's how much effort I'm putting okay? There were a couple of emo things so let's get it started. I've recently picked up a book called "My Sister's Keeper" by Jodi Picoult. A fantastic book to read with enough dosage of love, family drama,pre-teen stress and so on. There was this part where Anna, the protagonist(actually all the characters were given a voice so...), wonders how people would react to her death. This is a question no normal 13 year old would normally ask. Or anybody else with a different opinion? It just got me thinking of how people would react to my death too. I was in an emo state when I note this down so excuse me. >.< I'm actually worried about the people close to me. I really wished for a world where they will continue to live forever. But that's total nonsense. People are born and people die. That's life. Instead of the feeling of being worried, I think a better way to phrase it is that I just don't want to get hurt. Humans are selfish and in my case, I try to protect myself. I never seem to take risk due to my fears. It's like wrapping myself in bubble wrap. A close example is not mixing around with new people. Oh! another is avoiding places where many guys would gather. Or is that totally irrelevant? Okay maybe it is. That is something to do with confident is it? I mean if I know one person, I don't make an effort to make new ones. And I would rely on them. The first on my list to making a new me is to be independent. The rest... I'll think about it. I need to sleep badly. Goodnight! C:

Guess who's back? *RAISES HAND EARNESTLY*

Hello people reading my blog. Reading through it made me remember things that I would have not recalled for a hundred years. Okay maybe that is an exaggeration but come on. The current life that I'm living is a repetition of everyday life. I realise I'm not appreciating every second God is giving me. You never know when you might just drop dead right? So let me say something about my past posts. I'll admit that I never really vent out my feelings knowing people might judge you by the things you write here. And to Benot if you happen to read this, I've got to tell you that I struggled being friends with you. I remember how bad your temper was when we were in sec 1 and 2. But now, looking back more mature (I hope so HAHAHHA!), I realise that there were internal and external reasons that have probably cause you to be constantly irritated by me. I've gotta say that I also play a part in making you scold me. Gyahahaha! Prangai so kakak lah lu. I'm glad to have stick by the bananas,monkeys and coconuts. And this is probably cliche but if I were to do this all again, I would still stick by you people. You guys made my secondary school life be flowed by the rainbow of awesomeness. Awww stahp it. Back to the now. I've know that I never really trusted guys. This is probably caused by my years of no experience with guys. And experience as in friends. Don't get the wrong idea you sneaky monkeys. I'm never fitting in with guys. They make me feel...awkward. I'm not myself and that is damn uncomfortable. I'm in Jc but apparently had to repeat the year. Why you might ask? Oh it's just due to my lazy ass to just start bucking up in the middle of the year. I mean I thought I did my best but there was probably something that just went horribly wrong in the middle there. And so you have it. I'm a Kairos. TAADAA. Ah crap. I've gotta move on. Oh and I'm also tryna improve my drawing skills. You might not know where it might head me to right? It's more of a hobby if you ask me. For relationships, nothing is happening right now and I'm thankful for that. As the line from Easy A goes, " I think my complete lack of allure shot that horse in the face." HAHAHAHA! That is one funny show. But in reality I think I've unnecessarily fallen for someone. *oooooo that's what she said* HAHAHAHAH! But ditch that. So back to friends. I keep changing the topic sorry guys but keep up with me. I hope to make a time capsule with them. And I'm sorry that I'm sharp-tongue sometimes. I always manage to hurt people with my words without realising it. Especially those close to me. I wonder why I watch my words with stranger. I probably unconsciously set a trap to make you guys think I'm decent. Sorry babe. Peace out, dudes and dudettes.