i got so thrilled this morning
when i got my test result and when my lecturer helped so much on our assignment
i said this happy are to be spent, so i can focus back on my next test preparation
i miss that
now im starving in front of my laptop with a stack of notes aside waiting
study life can be real miserable at times
when the schools schedule planner is in lack of creativity and kindness
whatever
im watching Glee this recent. Like slowly watching but keeping up. then i realize i couldnt tell a thing which i really work hard on during high school times. it was something to be ashamed of when you tell people you're working hard for something, its like you want something so badly and imagine everyone else face when you dont get it.
it looks better when you're with a slacking attitude but fantastic awards
that dont work i guess
its just some stupid falsifications we were fed from tv shows
we all thought we're bornt with something special that permits us slack through the whole process
we thought we could get away from all the hard works and still taste the best fruits. right. we all thought.
Now that i look back, i looked at that kiddy me. i've got so much to tell her but it will never reach, always too late for so huh. if only she worked harder....then i am no more who i am
nothing is out of plan, its all written in god's lil note
we're like characters on a play set that cant help on that tearful ending
we may be smiling like a blossom flower at the start
but deep down, we all know the flower is gonna wilt
never have the choice to say anything
gawd im starving i forgot what was i going to say
oh i took off my chatbox thing
its..never used but only spammed
and its annoying to see some andrewmariajenniferwhatsoever name with advertising attempt
and these days lot of them locked their blog
i've seen lots of blog being locked and yet i got no invitation
man i have no friends. LOL
no worries. i understand the need of a secret place
like how i always wanted one but i dont wanna end up an "exposing freaky"
when its a secret, it should remain unknown, for everyone
i've seen enough people sharing secrets-so-called which turn out, everyone else knows
its just sick, imagine you thought that's the deepest dark spot in your well concealed heart
but wow, people are touring it like a showroom
its offensive, nothing less than being raped --to be violated without willingness
can't recall anything i planned to say
Im just having too much in my plate i guess
whole brain is full of stuffs that if i could only unload them to examine one by one
notes are calling and thats all of my runaway
life can come up to you pretty fast
like how i thought im still a freshman but is already the oldest in the house
soon i will be stepping into work place and
i dont know. QuietlyFantastic i hope.
"Life has killed the dream, I dreamed"
-SusanBoyle, I dreamed a dream
when that breath-taking voice first reaches our ears, we so happy,
but as it reveals, thats just a voice that can flood itself into a huge crowd anytime,
like us.
struggling hard for life
and scratch every tiny bit of happiness
may not fancy the scratching
but worth the happiness
