Boredness

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I love my photoshop!

se habla español.

Tell me, are we not awesome?
Yes we are! Yes we are!

AWESOME!

:p

Goodbye, Wuthering Heights.

Emily Brontë - Wuthering Heights.

My copy of this book is officially destroyed.

The cover was nowhere to be found and the pages were wet and torn to pieces.

Not my fault. Damn kids played in my room and made it one of their cooking ingredients. Did I mention how much I hate inconsiderate kids? I was furious and so close to dismembering them.

I've memorized the book by heart now but the lost is still devastating. :(

It was truly my favorite. Second only to Southern Vampire Mystery which was second only to Northanger Abbey which was well.. second only to Pride And Prejudice. It's hard enough to find a good copy in Brunei and those damn kids made it their fucking cooking ingredient. Complete with soaking the pages in water to dissolve it, as if it's a fucking seaweed. How stupid were they, really? Shitheads.

Rest in peace,
Good Book,
You served me well.

*heads to nearest trash bin*
*wails*
*mali hugs*
*behead him because he said, "it's just a book."*
*mali dies*

Cue the sad music.

All hail communication!

Love seeketh not Itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care;
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.

So sang a little Clod of Clay,
Trodden with the cattle's feet;
But a Pebble of the brook,
Warbled out these meters meet.

Love seeketh only Self to please,
To bind another to It's delight:
Joys in another's loss of ease,
And builds a Hell in Heavens despite.

The words all jumbled up. I can’t get it out of my head without looking like actually losing it.

Misunderstand.

Isn’t it stupid to throw what you feel for the last – I don’t know, days? – because of one tiny stupid misunderstanding? You know what they say about ASSUME. It made an ASS out of U and ME. Why is assuming dangerous? And why is communication important? If you can’t have a decent conversation with one another, you are not ready to enter a relationship. You cannot build your trust with your partner if you can’t communicate.

You think hiding emotions from your partner is cool? Well think again.
When she talks to a guy she thought is cute, you’d go and say, “nah, it’s okay.” Is it?
When a guy flirts with her, you’d say, “no problem.” Really?
When you can’t get her to contact you, you’d say, “doesn’t matter.” Does it?
When she’s skeptical, you’d say, “if she trusts me, she will. If she doesn’t, then that’s her problem.” How can she trust you if you don’t explain to her?

Communication, in terms of relationship, is not the same as talking. There’s a big difference. It’s not like talking about your shirt or your favorite TV shows.

I loved a guy once. Come to think about it, I think in four years we’re together, he had never once opened up to me. Sure, I knew he’s jealous whenever I thought a guy was cute, but he showed me through his endless sarcastic remarks. The only emotion I got from him was his affection. You think that’s enough? Hell no.

Relationship, it’s more than one sentiment. Joy, woe, hatred, jealousy, anger, pride.. It’s not just love.

Is showing your emotions to someone you love really that humiliating?

Thus the saying – it’s better to lose your pride for someone you love than to lose someone you love for your pride.

I want you to be happy. Hell, I’m busting my ass to be your tour guide here!
But the question is, do you?

Topsy-turvy world.

Good authors too who once knew better words,
now only use four-letter words writing prose..

Anything Goes.

I've been thinking about words that begin with letter A.

Abandoned,
Abused,
Ache,
Adoration,
Affection,
Afraid,
Agony,
Always,


Amali..




Why do you always dream of something that you can never get,
when something that's clearly much better is placed in front of you?

But then, why is a raven's like a writing desk?

I haven't the slightest idea.


Sometimes, reality is fucked-up. It's just what it is.
No matter how fast you run and duck, trying to dodge every sick drama bullet,
it will always find a way to hit you in the back.
Eventually, you will succumb to the pain,
while suffer the fatigue that is uncalled for.

Then you realize that
you're actually asking,

If this is how it's going to end, why do I bother to run in the first place?

That's when you find yourself,
Back to square one.

Reality is fucked-up.