Once again I'm back :)

ah.. it's been awhile since I came back here.. words... words... i just can't get it out..
stop yourself.. take a brief moment and think.. who are you? what are you? where are you?
i just can't get the right words out of me.. I only know that I love you, everything that you ever told me, even the one's that you think I wasn't listening to, they are all on my mind. Somewhere I keep my most memorable memories..

*smile* that's the word that I made for myself, when life gets hard on you, when nothing gets right for you, just smile. There's no point in being frustrated, no point to be depressed, no point to be angry or sad. Just that smile will bring you right back up.

If you ever see this

I'm just unlucky.

I see...

According to you, i'm fucked up, i'm seriously beyond fucked up, you hope i'm proud of who i am, cause i'm a backstabbing, lying, ungrateful piece of scumbag.

Well, you're a manipulative bastard. That's all I have to say.

Hurry! (failed)

Was attempting to write something and I realise that I suck at story writing. hahahaha

Living A Lie

It's all so clear to me now. The key for me to find happiness, I know it now. All these while, I wasn't living my own life. I realize now that, the things that I've been doing for the past few years, its not the things that I want to do. I wasn't daring enough to live my life as myself and so I tried to be someone else. Someone I know that had the things that I want in life. But I was wrong, you learn from others, not make yourself exactly like others. It's like forcing yourself to be someone you're not. I don't want to limit myself anymore, I don't wanna live on safety guidelines. I wanna risk my life, not in a dangerous way, i wanna my life by taking chances. This is my resolution.

Perhaps, these few months, I can make use of it to discover who am I. The real me.

Sacred Temple

The mind is our sacred temple. Its the part of our entity that we need to protect the most. Keep negative thoughts out and nourish the positive ones. Something I nicked off from "The monk who sold his Ferrari"

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I have only few memories of my father, few good ones, what happened while I was growing up? How did I grew up hating my father? Was it my fault to begin with? Was I too cruel to my dad?