C'est la vie:
Hiatus.
For some reasons, I don't feel like blogging anymore. I've so much more stuff waiting for me. so much more important stuff to be done.
But I wanna keep this blog so that i can show it to my kids the next time. But hey I don't have kids remember? haha. But I shall keep it anyway, for wonderful stuff in life which i hope to share with u guys. Really wonderful stuff like today.
MEP once again! Well pretty much the same old thing. Feeling is different. Get to meet MORE pros. well... you know the same old thing lah. But there's this element of joy.
So long! Till my next happiest moment arrives~!
KEEP TAGGING!
lu
7:56 PM
C'est la vie:Finally I'm back to my normal self.
I'm so sorry I was in a real depressed mood.
Anyway, thanks to those who stayed by me.
I've overcome that.
Felt that I've matured.
At least a bit.
Not really in a good mood but at least better.
Oh guys I saw this on NIE student's dresscode.
Under unacceptable:
1.Skirt shorter than 4 fingers above the knees.
TEEHEE!
Sigh I gotta go.
Perhaps I'm going back to my dunman way of life.
Perhaps I'm falling fast.
I know.
I felt it.
Taking up MEP.
Twice in a row.
Perhaps this is my biggest mistake in my life.
I don't care.
THE RESURRECTION OF THE BULL!!!
lu
2:16 PM
C'est la vie:WHY? WHY THIS?this blog is abandoned i know.only you yourself can solve your own problems.
Each of us has a different problem.
That's why we're all mad in different ways.
Why is this always happening.
I tried.
I swear.
I can't and won't take this for an answer.
Patience.
But i've got no time.
No time to spare.
Not even to blog.
NO I CAN'T GIVE UP.
I've come this far.
And I'm gonna fall off this cliff in a matter of time.
The world is heartless and cruel.
The weaker ones dies and the stronger ones survive.
Even in nature.
All the talks of compassion and love.
MY FOOT.
ALL THOSE WHO TALK ABOUT COMPASSION AND LOVE ARE ASSHOLES.
THERE'S NO COMPASSION NOR LOVE IN THIS WORLD.
JUST SIMPLY ELIMINATIONS OF THE WEAKER ONES.
lu
5:52 PM
C'est la vie:
Stubborness, like the blade of a dagger
ready to pierce
anytime.
Headstrong,
strong-willed,
strong mind-power.
Whatever.
Perhaps that was the past.
Like a bull,
crashing and banging right into the danger zone.
You know danger is approaching,
yet you approached it confidently.
Right or wrong
there's no answer.
Rather you refused to answer.
There's always a grey area.
You said so.
You refused to admit your mistake.
You knew that painful consequences
were about to take place
just a matter of time.
You went straight on.
You knew that the bull would soon turn steak.
You went straight on.
That was.
The PAST.
The bull is dead.
Resurrection or not.
The original majestic bull is dead.
Killed by the shiny blade.
Yours truly.
Faced, once again.
The same choice.
Different circumstances.
A different bull.
More experience.
More worn out.
Less energetic.
Less zest.
More failures.
More desperation...
Yours truly.
So the term starts, hinting to me a single thing.
I almost forgot about that till you guys reminded me of it.
Thanks.
Sarcastic or not, I'm sincere.
I meant deep from my heart seriously.
Let me cont'd with my story. Hope you guys realise that the above is a story.
Damn sure you guys don't know the meaning behind this chunk of things.
So don bother.
Cos the only few individuals who might be able to decipher the correct answer don't visit my blog. Don't even know I have a blog. Won't decipher.
Yours truly.
That fateful night.
The heart is pierced.
Deeply by the blade,
which now stinked.
The disgusting smell of blood.
There's no way anybody can follow it.
You'll only be following it
into the coffins.
It's over.
Now the music of the night...
lu
10:38 AM
C'est la vie:well, I guess I just have to say
I kinda miss obs.
sometimes when everything's over,
what's left would always be the
wonderful memories.
The human memory...
tends to forget what we don't want to remember.
NILA UTAMA!
lu
9:40 AM
