nights really make me emo abit. (yes, my emo-ness gone down greatly k! thanks to my dear gals! hahah)
ok.. to those who bullied/abused/demoralized me in those "memorable" 3 years..
thanks.. i won't forget your names, not that
i'm like ji-chouing... but... its still a dark phase of life, something i'll never forget...we learn in some occasions, fall in some occasions.. but many a times, this greatly affected my confidence, morale and esteem..
so bullies out there... if you are one yourself... trust me..please treat people around you better!!!
ok.. so Sir Ian McKellen came and took away my breathe,.. hahha.. (i was really hyped up the whole day about having the chance to see him!! thanks GP n LIT dept! ^^) yepp... hes one amazing man... going to watch King Lear tmr and Seagull (rmb to blame the actors, not the writer!) the day after (Weekends).. his theory abt acting, the imptance of pocket, him being real, him being really honest and brave to stand up for his sexuality. (whts wrg with that anyway?! ) , the Sir thomas speech abt strangers,... every little thing he said, all his little actions will be most certainly engraved in many of our hearts today.. the 100++ of us... and him... owning the same Othello t shirt as our fellow casts and lit students... woah man.. todays one BLASTI-LICIOUS day!!!
somehow... i read a few blogs here and there...
i've been pondering about the same thing.....
the answer now unimportant....
everything dint really matter in the very end....
people say we learn through process..
yes.. i did learn 2 huge lessons....
1) confidential
2) private.
initially, i thought things wld turned out easier, but i realised, nth seemed any easier...
finally, i conclude that these things i once cared so much for, the love i've always been waiting and finding, all seemed mundane now.
i saw this coming, but humanity didnt stop me from preventing. we're humans, like we knw fries cause us to die early.. most of us still love it right?! hahha.. weird metaphor.. but.. yeah... dosent it make sense? or not..
i love my dearies i have now... all my dear friends, family....
i dun feel alone now... but somehow... at some point of time...
inferiority complex take its toll on me...
a voice ringing at the back of my head..
wht are u good at??
you are not wanted here...
laughs turned sinister,
words turn scarsm.
i cant forget,
wht had hurt,still hurts
wht i feared, still remain a fear.
lastly, i MISS CHOIR!
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