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Thursday, August 20, 2009

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Whenever your thoughts should cross me, I shall hope that they are good ones
As it only feels so unfair to you that just the ‘simple’ signs of living life should be such a struggle

/olivespoir


I feel so overwhelmed by many thoughts plus feelings all mixed up together sudd! :O

I don’t understand why when we set our hearts to do something, we must always be affected by so many other sort of reasons. Being ourselves is so hard. We hate being judged by people, we don’t want to, but at the same time we can’t control what people think about us.

I heard this quote once, and it says “on the other hand, when one more person hates you, you have to please one less person” How true isn’t it. But then again who wants to be hated? It sucks to have people talking behind your back like nobody’s business. But it’s not like nobody does that.

You can wear your favourite dress on your favourite occasion, wear your favourite type of hat, say real stuffs, laugh real hard at dumb stuffs you honestly think is funny – Or simply enough, be yourself.

But it’s not like everyone can accept it. It’s not like everybody wants to hear the truth. Yeah sure they do say they want the truth, but nothing ever goes like that. Everyone wants to be the most perfect. I want to be perfect too.

I want to grow up dreaming big dreams, realising these big dreams, paint my house purple(yes I do want that), go shopping all around the world, go to Nepal, South Africa, Afghanistan, teach the girls self defence and donate huge sums of money to them, sue all those frigging brothels, force all the “good” cops to be REAL GOOD.

Gosh I can never forget the book I’ve read one sunny Sunday in the library. I took 20minutes to finish that book and by the time I put it back onto the shelf, I felt like flying to Nepal and slapping all the heartless people.

Sometimes we try so hard to be somebody that we forget who we were used to be.

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I am maybe, deceived by the facts around me and definitely, confused by what is going on. There seem to be so many impressions of you I don’t get, so many things I don’t understand. I wish I could know.

Blog hopping makes me post such posts. ):<

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Blog hopping today also made me feel that being imperfect is just a way of life.
(yes I am that free cause I have no homework that I remember! Maybe I choose to forget, hm.)

I don’t have great values and a 100% kind heart. Neither am I a hero, a superhero.
I do lust for riches and beauty. I cry when I am sad and I laugh when I am happy. I get pissed off when I am pissed and scold when I get angry. I rant to people about stuffs I am unhappy or am scared of. I regret the things I do after a minute or an hour, a day or a week. Sometimes I make a mistake and I don’t realise it. Sometimes I pms at my friends and after that I feel really bad, sorry!

Your turn, name out your imperfections. And I can say, I have a lot more.
But it doesn’t stop defining who we really are, it never would.

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Was having CID today, and blasting music from my phone on the grandstand, singing like it’s our home. Well for that period it probably was. So anyway, we were somehow talking about American’s lives, and I was wondering, GOSH IF ONLY I WAS AN AMERICAN… Singapore is cool, definitely, with the safe and clean environment,

But Americans, their lives. Although it may be that scary to just walk into the school and be judged by your hair, skin colour, looks, fashion sense, but their school life is awesome. If only you were popular there, that is… your school life would be awezzome. If not, well.

Non-stop parties and such freedom they enjoy.

Then again maybe I don’t mind staying as it is now.

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To end off this very long windy boring post,
I feel like saying and I wanna say
Jiayou to all my dearest Klarinutzzzzz (":
For my year ones to my year twos to my year threes.

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