Ain't life just a darn bowl of cherries?

Just when i chose to become sour,
you became sweet. Tragic.

Dear bloggie,

Each and everytime i wanna start blogging i'd start playing these depressive song.


and the result?

VUWALAH!!

another depressing post.

CHOIH!


not this time!

yeah!

FIRE PUMP PUMP!

chuu chuuuu!!!

okayh!

Sooo, bloggie.

how's life been treating ya lately?


well,

this week there is psychology club's fund raising event happening at SEGi!

xD

and as always there's bubble tea, muffin and some drinks lah.



and and.

i uhh..

i wanna talk about girls in this post can a bloggie?

hehe.

i'd do it even if u don't approve.

haha!

well actually one girl in particular.

uhh let's call her.... bedah.

gila amerekka kan nama itu?

xP


well, bedah is a fren that i knew for some time now.

we're quite close.

ok tipu not THAT close.

but we do share stories from time to time.

the thing about bedah is that,


i think she does not know, or she forgotten already about my blog.


uhh.. moving on!




honestly speaking bloggie,

i think bedah is somewhat just like me.

she acts quiet.

she pretends that she is shallow and knows nothing.

she portrays nothing other than what she thinks the world thinks of her.

she hates lalang but acts like one just so that she can blend in.

she is insecure inside.

she is hurting in silence.

she has lost hopes for males.

probably because of her past heartbreak is still haunting her.

okay, not probably, I'm sure of it.

though it's a scar, i can read through your soul that it is still hurting you bedah.

that's why we are like what we are now.

i'm pretty sure u know that i love you.

but you're playing it safe and pretend nothing is happening.

i can smell intimidation every time i look at you.

you avoid feeling so that you won't feel any.

maybe i'm just being cocky and think i can already translate the world.

but even if i am right, i am still wrong.

i cannot read the world around.

i can read you.

just like there's a subtitle underneath.

just like it's on your forehead.

but there is always a possibility that i am wrong, right?

Do tell me if i'm wrong.

this puzzle we're playing ain't getting easier.

then again,

even if i do move on.

you won't feel much.

you won't feel anything.

because you are confident that your feelings are well bottled up inside.

behind that thick wall of self-defense you're so proud of.

arrogantly showing it to everyone.

a normal eye wont see.

a normal brain wont process.

a normal bob won't give a jack.

well then i apologize now.

because like it or not, by communicating i have unwillingly gave you a choice of two.

a pure gamble for me and you.

it's simple, it's easy.

and now my writing is getting cheesy.

hahaha.

well, btms bedah.

i gave you a chance of gamble.

either to gamble your heart again

for a happily ever after.

or.

gamble to stay put and move on

for a chance of a heart with no regret.


If you are stressed out.

I am sorry bedah.

but then again.

most probably you are not reading this kan?

that's what she said!
lol

Notes! :
Rabu lepak?
duit kopak?
assignment belambak?
awek tarak?
TEMBAK!

Enough bloggie,
That's it.
I'VE HAD IT!!!
with these goddamn snakes on this goddamn plane.
That's it.
I'VE HAD IT!!!
with these goddamn snakes on this goddamn plane.
(repeat till fade)
hahaha.
okay bloggie,
c ya later,
catch ya on the rebound homie!
au revoir!
XOXO,
i love you. so?

Pictures! :

BURRRAAHHH!!
itu cicak!

i know you miss my pictures!
gaddeng you!