Burden

If students (well, some of us) worry about their exam results, what about other people? I mean, adults, grown-ups? I can only imagine a few in this shallow, secluded mind of mine.

- A guy is worried that she's knocked up a girl.
- Or maybe a working guy is worried because he's spent all his paycheck for that new stereo and has no stash left for gas for the whole month.
- Or an 80-year-old worries about his worsening health condition and how he's gonna break the news to his children or something

I don't know. I'm not very good at remembering things but usually when I do, all my memories are filled with worries. Like that time in high school when I wake up a few mornings feeling worried about the presentation that I had to perform later that day. And that time when I was worried like hell when I was about to get my exam results (like, right now!). I guess that's why I'm a little bit paranoid. I worry about things that might or might not happen. I worry about satisfying everyone. I worry about what other people would feel if I do this or that. I worry that people would call me an "emotional freak" (well I'm not really worried about that though). Oh well. I just need to know what other people worry about. I want to feel better. I want to know that other people have other bigger problems to worry about compared to me. I want to know that it is certainly not the end of the world for me. So I gotta stop worrying about what people would feel when they read my blog (well, at least you are reading now, I've always thought that no one reads this blog anymore, thank god). Well whatever.



P/S:

Don't trust everything your friend tells you, like, EVERYTHING. Like what happened around two years back. Why'd you have to go and trust him? OMFG.

Mindless

A paranoid insecured little freak!

U'huh u'huh!

Great job, well done.

So here's the thing. There's this frail old lady with a final stage of cancer who went to the doctor for her check-ups. She did not know her conditions yet, because her children are trying to let her know slowly, to avoid any heart attacks despite her other serious health conditions. So when she saw the doctor, she was greeted with,

"Makcik, makcik ada kanser. Kanser makcik ni ganas. Dah merebak kat semua organ."

What the hell, man? She is certainly not ready for such news. You have been her doctor for what, one year now? In just one year, you could see that she is getting thinner and weaker and this is how you break the news? Talk about being a professional. So yeah, it is the hospital's policy to let the patients know about their situations and conditions. But come on, you cannot just drop a bombshell like that! She is 77 years old, for god's sake. You have to be sensitive when it comes to older people. When they get older, they act more like children. Come on. This is common sense. So now she is too down and depressed to even eat anything, let alone take her insulin shots. Being senile, let's just pray hard that she forgets about this by tomorrow. Way to go, doc.

It's back

It's amazing how a single strum of the guitar can remind you of something you never thought you would ever remember, ever again.

It's wonderful how a familiar smell can bring you back to those days like a mute film in your head.

It's remarkable how a slow, soft hum can make that voice come back to you, even after years of farewell.

It's even better to have that dream again and have that warm fuzzy feelings when you wake up in the morning, knowing that the thought will be stuck in your head for the rest of the day..

Pretty Please

I want to recover my old blog that I have deleted.
Any psychos ever copied everything that I've written and save them up until now?
Sigh.
Please.

Mushy mushy mushy

It's funny how God can turn the person you're very close to into your worst enemy,
and how He turns the person you hate the most to be your hero.

What I've learned from this is, stop backstabbing. If you're not comfortable with something or someone, tell it straight to that person's face. No need to keep a friendly face and act as if nothing happened. They won't understand it. And stop acting like an innocent crook. Just be honest, mate. I'm done with all these mean girls stuff and high school drama. We need to grow up.


p/s : Loving this cold weather! I'm getting enough sleep this week, like, finally! Yay!

I woke up today realizing that it had been a while since the status changed to "Happy happier :D" and your profile picture smiling with those shades on. It is exactly 446 days ago! Don't think I'm totally obsessed with you like you've always thought. I counted this during Vector's class. Too much integrals plus numerous yawns made my head ache. So might as well do a simple mathematics of the days I've been Happy happier with you. :D


YIt's weird writing these mushy mushy things here. Sigh.Y

I love you, like so much.

I've never seen this side of you before.

Zero-zero ok?

I love you so much, my besterous-terousssss-terouussssss friend!



p/s:

I tak penah cakap i love you this sincerely to anyone, secara public taw. You're the first.