1. I hate presumptuous people. You think it’s the fact of life when it really isn’t. Check your stats before shooting your trap off.
2. I hate paranoid people. Namely, me. Fullstop.
3. Sometimes, I detest crybabies. Meaning, sometimes I pretty much hate myself.
4. I hate changes. Sometimes, stagnant is good. Quiet is good. No change is the best.
5. I hate setbacks. But setbacks bring you further in life. Or so they claim.
6. I hate being really tired, even from not doing anything much at all. That’s exactly how I feel these days.
7. I hate looking back. Cos I’ll end up missing everything so much. For now, it’d be the trip.
8. I will hate my life in a year. Cos that signifies the end of poly life and the start of yet another.. journey. All over again.
9. I hate periods. Self explanatory for girls. Mood swings, bad cramps, filthy blood.
10. I hate not knowing what to blog and end up blogging such rubbish.
Gyming in an hour’s time with kc ben and deb. Doubt I’m gg to be able to do much, maybe I’ll just sleep? Hahaha. I really feel like sleeping. Just sleep this lifeeeee awayyyy.
just look back this once, before we really lose it.
my super unglam darling auntiesue and uncle adrian, who as usual, can’t be bothered =p
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love,
is holding on with faith,
and sharing innermost thoughts,
and all heartfelt feelings.
It is sacred, and special,
and in some way,
abundant.
It is caring, even when tired,
shouldering, even when exhausted,
and it is more,
than just showing it.
It is given without needing reason,
and received with joy.
It is in a simple hug,
a peck on the cheek,
or a simple, i love you.
It gives unspoken strength,
and courage,
to face the difficulties in life,
hand in hand.
It signifies a bonding,
only the two in love would know,
feel, indulge, and understand.
A bonding,
even by the viles of life,
is hard to break.
And this special feeling,
it may last for ever,
if only just,
we are willing to wait.
We don’t need a chance,
to proclaim, or give,
all the love we have within.
We shouldn’t feel shy,
or embarrassed,
if mushy words speak the truth,
or if a squishy hug shows it all.
Giving love,
is never too much.
Humans will never have too much,
of such invaluabilities.
You have to find it deep down,
in a secret chamber you’ve yet to discover,
and then have the courage,
to give, and show,
and finally, to reciprocate,
what others bestow upon you.
It takes faith,
more than any other thing.
And it takes,
not just one,
but two.
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random. it’s been so long since some decent thoughts. but reading back, it just seems so childish. hahaha
tired.
