Sadly, I wish some people would get a life...
Or rather, a decent life.
Suck on it.
No more tagboard, but don't cry please.
I know you need some attention to showoff your existence and childishness.
Don't cry, don't cry because you can't be a pussy keyboard warrior anymore.
At least, at least, you can rub your own dick to kill time. Don't waste your penis.
P.S. I really admire your obsession to insult me. Makes me feel so important. Makes me feel that you are oh so persistent. How about utilising that persistence to do something constructive? Instead of wasting your life to stand up for someone.
P.P.S. Put the past behind, and spend some time looking at yourself in the mirror, please.
P.P.P.S I am still baffled by the fact how some people can't spell 'grammar' properly. Come on, letter 'a' and 'e' are, to be fair, fairly wide apart. Therefore, even if my grammar isn't proper and sux 2 da c0re, at least I can spell grammar.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
First of all, I believe that noob's remarks do not merit any response from me because he, an individual with high intellect, has totally misunderstood my bad English. Nevertheless, I hope to clear whatever misunderstandings that have snowballed due to his cowardice to confront me personally to settle the problem.
I shall address these issues one by one.
1. It is not a game of dota, it happened on the field. So please, do not act like you know everything. If my life revolves around dota, I would seriously commit suicide.
2. Grammar, not grammer. If you have issues, why don't you point out the errors instead? Without evidence, it is a fallacy. It is like saying 'You suck', but it would sound more convincing if you added 'because you are childish'.
3. Yes, I am the smart aleck I mentioned in the previous post.
4. A blog is where I keep my thoughts and random musings. So if you do not want to read it, just gtfo of this page and stop viewing it.
5. Contrary to the popular belief, I will not delete such coherent, wonderful, insightful remarks that are overflowing with intelligence and amazing inference skills.
If you think I would rage over a dota game as I would maybe one year ago, think again. My life isn't just about dota game. The word 'teammate' doesn't not warrant your allies in a dota game. It could be teammate, in soccer or basketball. I was referring to soccer in my previous post. So if you do not know, stop poking your nose into other people's issues. You, are the real smart aleck in this case.
The comments that you have made, magnifies and amplifies your childishness.
Seriously, I do not wish to see you, or hear from you anymore.
And what really sets a 'pro' dota player from the average players, is manners.
17 Oct 09, 09:02 AMnoob: get a life if you want to try write something complicated please check your grammer and plan properly17 Oct 09, 09:04 AMnoob: oh and you are the kind of 'smart aleck' you mentioned17 Oct 09, 09:05 AMnoob: seriously get a life insulting your friends over a dota game rofl are you that childish17 Oct 09, 09:06 AMnoob: LOL IF YOU DID NOT WANT ANYTHING WHY DID U BOTHER TO POST THIS CRAP LMAO17 Oct 09, 09:11 AMKFiUS: Lol noob, you shouldn't bother posting. Censorship over here is ridiculous17 Oct 09, 09:12 AMKFiUS: All these rational and coherent thoughts you're posting...they're gonna be deleted17 Oct 09, 09:33 AMQuentin RUI: Uh, noob was the evil-Anti RUI posting -- not the standard, wonderful, talented, and humble RUI.17 Oct 09, 09:33 AMQuentin RUI: I may have multiple personality disorder, but how does one really know?17 Oct 09, 09:34 AMQuentin RUI: How can I really be sure because only one personality, like, types at a time -- like Fight Club17 Oct 09, 09:34 AMQuentin RUI: And if somebody tells you that you have multiple personalities -- like say a policeman, doctor,17 Oct 09, 09:34 AMQuentin RUI: or family intervention -- then how do you know they're not just trying to steal your metal luggage?17 Oct 09, 09:35 AMQuentin RUI: Still, noob has interesting food for thought.17 Oct 09, 09:37 AMQuentin RUI: And perhaps maybe, i think there are many Anti RUIs out there. 4 all we know, even our dear noochie.17 Oct 09, 09:37 AMQuentin RUI: I was just thinkin' KFiUS -- ANTI RUI can't be a genius because I'm a genius.17 Oct 09, 09:37 AMQuentin RUI: Therefore ANTI RUI must be a doofus.17 Oct 09, 09:38 AMQuentin RUI: And what would happen if ANTI RUI and I touched?17 Oct 09, 09:38 AMQuentin RUI: I think it's pretty obvious that every molecule in the universe would explode at the speed of light17 Oct 09, 11:54 AMKFiUS: Spot on! Though our tags will probably be shortlived, it helps to show what the Jedi think of Vader.17 Oct 09, 11:58 AMKFiUS: After that, whatever remains goes to show what the dark side of the force thinks about their hero.
I shall address these issues one by one.
1. It is not a game of dota, it happened on the field. So please, do not act like you know everything. If my life revolves around dota, I would seriously commit suicide.
2. Grammar, not grammer. If you have issues, why don't you point out the errors instead? Without evidence, it is a fallacy. It is like saying 'You suck', but it would sound more convincing if you added 'because you are childish'.
3. Yes, I am the smart aleck I mentioned in the previous post.
4. A blog is where I keep my thoughts and random musings. So if you do not want to read it, just gtfo of this page and stop viewing it.
5. Contrary to the popular belief, I will not delete such coherent, wonderful, insightful remarks that are overflowing with intelligence and amazing inference skills.
If you think I would rage over a dota game as I would maybe one year ago, think again. My life isn't just about dota game. The word 'teammate' doesn't not warrant your allies in a dota game. It could be teammate, in soccer or basketball. I was referring to soccer in my previous post. So if you do not know, stop poking your nose into other people's issues. You, are the real smart aleck in this case.
The comments that you have made, magnifies and amplifies your childishness.
Seriously, I do not wish to see you, or hear from you anymore.
And what really sets a 'pro' dota player from the average players, is manners.
Friday, October 16, 2009
rant>
Sometimes, it is a blessing to be individualistic, opinionated, obstinate and stubborn, especially when you are defending something precious, say....your own pride.
It can be liken to not defending your garden when people start to step on it mindlessly. You have spent years of effort to cultivate the beautiful vibrant flowers, to not only decorate your house but also to show your eye for detail. But you tolerate the d-bags, giving in to them and let them to not only destroy your blood, sweat and tears but strip away your own pride.
Water has a boiling point. So does human. Everything has a limit. When you push it too far, you go over the top and you risk incurring the wrath. Tolerating others' incessant whining, bitching attitude is apparently, fine with me. I had actually tried to be sociable and friendly and easy to approach, etc bullshit. However, when your fucking teammate is a d-bag and treats you as transparent, it is hard to not call him a d-bag. He sure loves to play one-two with his friend. Okay, I'll try to take it in. I'll give in to you this time.
For every major incident, there will bound to be a spark, which would cause all hell to break loose. Tommy pushed his friend and just walked off, albeit a late sorry followed afterwards. But seriously, how sincere is that?
So you have two options: 1. stfu and get on with life, since Tommy treats you better or you will be spending the rest of your life with him or you ignore his wrongdoings or Tommy is simply, my friend. How ironic, the friend who got pushed is not your friend? 2. you retaliate.
Then again, there are many types of people. One of them, would be the most special case after observing for 16 years. With one group of friends, he is the loudest, the most outgoing, practically the leader wannabe. With another group of friends, he would struggle to fit in. The king reduced to a backboneless organism. How apt. Submitting to the ....(hmm I can't find a clean word for this.)
Then again, there would be another type of people. The indecisive bunch: always getting pushed around. They keep everything to themselves, expecting people to read their complicated minds and try to understand them. They always get caught in between everything. They have no real opinions to any issue, be it whether to their friend's comment or whatsoever. When you finally hit the nail on the spot, they flare up and expect people to once again, try to understand them. They always try to front a cheerful and bubbly visage.
Then again, you have the smart alecks. The effusive type of person who thinks he knows everything about human nature. Then he goes on to comment everything about it. How he saw through the person, how he knows the exact way it works etc. You may have noticed, his views could very possibly be biased and narrow-minded. He might use derogatory terms; he is trying hard to express himself clearly, to make his thoughts known. He might say inane remarks when he is angry.
So, when these three types of people collide, you will get nothing but a constantly retarding friendship.
If I am narrow-minded, then maybe you are blind.
If I am biased, then maybe you are just too gullible and soft.
If I am critical, then maybe you are such a wonderful and nice guy/girl.
To be honest, I am quite irritated and sick of feeling jealous. This foolish tug-of-war of friends; so now, I am really going to fucking rest, since we all have graduated and are all sensible enough to make decisions for ourselves. The last iota of persistence has, finally been extinguished.
At the end of the day, no one needs to apologise to anyone at all.
/rant
In hindsight, it feels amazing to have graduated, so that we will not cross paths anymore.
Sometimes, it is a blessing to be individualistic, opinionated, obstinate and stubborn, especially when you are defending something precious, say....your own pride.
It can be liken to not defending your garden when people start to step on it mindlessly. You have spent years of effort to cultivate the beautiful vibrant flowers, to not only decorate your house but also to show your eye for detail. But you tolerate the d-bags, giving in to them and let them to not only destroy your blood, sweat and tears but strip away your own pride.
Water has a boiling point. So does human. Everything has a limit. When you push it too far, you go over the top and you risk incurring the wrath. Tolerating others' incessant whining, bitching attitude is apparently, fine with me. I had actually tried to be sociable and friendly and easy to approach, etc bullshit. However, when your fucking teammate is a d-bag and treats you as transparent, it is hard to not call him a d-bag. He sure loves to play one-two with his friend. Okay, I'll try to take it in. I'll give in to you this time.
For every major incident, there will bound to be a spark, which would cause all hell to break loose. Tommy pushed his friend and just walked off, albeit a late sorry followed afterwards. But seriously, how sincere is that?
So you have two options: 1. stfu and get on with life, since Tommy treats you better or you will be spending the rest of your life with him or you ignore his wrongdoings or Tommy is simply, my friend. How ironic, the friend who got pushed is not your friend? 2. you retaliate.
Then again, there are many types of people. One of them, would be the most special case after observing for 16 years. With one group of friends, he is the loudest, the most outgoing, practically the leader wannabe. With another group of friends, he would struggle to fit in. The king reduced to a backboneless organism. How apt. Submitting to the ....(hmm I can't find a clean word for this.)
Then again, there would be another type of people. The indecisive bunch: always getting pushed around. They keep everything to themselves, expecting people to read their complicated minds and try to understand them. They always get caught in between everything. They have no real opinions to any issue, be it whether to their friend's comment or whatsoever. When you finally hit the nail on the spot, they flare up and expect people to once again, try to understand them. They always try to front a cheerful and bubbly visage.
Then again, you have the smart alecks. The effusive type of person who thinks he knows everything about human nature. Then he goes on to comment everything about it. How he saw through the person, how he knows the exact way it works etc. You may have noticed, his views could very possibly be biased and narrow-minded. He might use derogatory terms; he is trying hard to express himself clearly, to make his thoughts known. He might say inane remarks when he is angry.
So, when these three types of people collide, you will get nothing but a constantly retarding friendship.
If I am narrow-minded, then maybe you are blind.
If I am biased, then maybe you are just too gullible and soft.
If I am critical, then maybe you are such a wonderful and nice guy/girl.
To be honest, I am quite irritated and sick of feeling jealous. This foolish tug-of-war of friends; so now, I am really going to fucking rest, since we all have graduated and are all sensible enough to make decisions for ourselves. The last iota of persistence has, finally been extinguished.
At the end of the day, no one needs to apologise to anyone at all.
/rant
In hindsight, it feels amazing to have graduated, so that we will not cross paths anymore.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Hunger.
His hunger for attention is insatiable.
He savours every moment that he is in the spotlight. He craves for attention, like a drug addict who requires a daily dosage to maintain his vigour and focus. Sometimes, he would question his own sanity, but it does not matter to him anyway. Any form of attention or interest from anyone would be sufficient for the day. His mind is programmed to devise attention-grabbing antics, his body runs as clockwork, doing whatever the mind dictates.
Some people find him quirky, some people find him strange and weird. He has no friends in school; he is too unpredictable. His mere purpose in school - to attract the attention of the teachers, classmates or his juniors. Irritation, laughter, resentment, criticism or sarcasm; he takes all, any kind of attention. He would make a clown out of himself, or say something illogical and out of the box during class, just to attract attention. The responses after his antics were unimportant and trivial. His strong desire for attention is the impetus for his unwanted antics. He enjoys every moment of getting jeered or cheered.
When he is alone, he twitches involuntarily and speaks to himself, his alter ego, as if he is performing a soliloquy on stage.
He knows he is deceiving himself. However, he could not stop himself from destroying his own image in front of others, albeit creating a nasty impression of himself. He knows he is deceiving the people around him. He is not what he used to be, if not for an uneventful event on an uneventful day. He knows he is deceiving the others about himself. Before his parents, he is sensible and quiet. Behind his parents, he is the joker, the clown in the circus, either getting laughed at or hated to the core. He displays an indifferent attitude towards his classmates, but deep inside him, he is weak, helpless and frail. No matter how hard he fights against the dominant urge for attention, he succumbs to the parasite that is slowly consuming himself. The strong desire for attention.
Leaning against the cold wall, he takes in a deep breath. Deep breaths are the only chances for him to find solace. It is a brief moment which allows him to be fully conscious and aware. As he exhales, the parasite takes over, with the helpless self trapped in the waiting room for the next deep breath to be inhaled.
He sets up his computer for his next attention-grabbing stage act, just like how David Blaine prepares himself for his next world record, jaw dropping endurance act. This time, it will be different from past experiences. Last time, he would post malicious remarks in online forums and spend his day reading the other messages posted by netizens in response to his remarks. He would ignore most messages, except for the humorous and hilarious few. he rejoices as he notices the amount of attention he received, albeit negative, by merely publishing one frivolous remark.
Should I shriek or scream? Should I walk out of my room and try to observe my parents' expressions? Should I just keep my silence?
He is finally online. Adjusting his webcam, he waves to the thousands of curious people who decided to watch this innocent looking boy's live video. Bidding goodbye to his logic, common sense and rationale, he is convinced to live for the moment. The moment when everyone's eyes are fixed on you, gasping, covering their eyes or frantically trying to reach you to stop your foolish act. The sensation of preoccupying everyone's mind, your actions continuously on playback in the back of their minds. The moment is priceless. The strong desire for attention had just overwhelmed him.
"Hello world, welcome to my last attention-grabbing act! I promise you will not be utterly disappointed after this!" He tried to sound ghastly while appearing calm. A penknife on his left hand, he goes for the artery on his right wrist deftly.
A shrill scream tore through the silent midnight.
He savours every moment that he is in the spotlight. He craves for attention, like a drug addict who requires a daily dosage to maintain his vigour and focus. Sometimes, he would question his own sanity, but it does not matter to him anyway. Any form of attention or interest from anyone would be sufficient for the day. His mind is programmed to devise attention-grabbing antics, his body runs as clockwork, doing whatever the mind dictates.
Some people find him quirky, some people find him strange and weird. He has no friends in school; he is too unpredictable. His mere purpose in school - to attract the attention of the teachers, classmates or his juniors. Irritation, laughter, resentment, criticism or sarcasm; he takes all, any kind of attention. He would make a clown out of himself, or say something illogical and out of the box during class, just to attract attention. The responses after his antics were unimportant and trivial. His strong desire for attention is the impetus for his unwanted antics. He enjoys every moment of getting jeered or cheered.
When he is alone, he twitches involuntarily and speaks to himself, his alter ego, as if he is performing a soliloquy on stage.
He knows he is deceiving himself. However, he could not stop himself from destroying his own image in front of others, albeit creating a nasty impression of himself. He knows he is deceiving the people around him. He is not what he used to be, if not for an uneventful event on an uneventful day. He knows he is deceiving the others about himself. Before his parents, he is sensible and quiet. Behind his parents, he is the joker, the clown in the circus, either getting laughed at or hated to the core. He displays an indifferent attitude towards his classmates, but deep inside him, he is weak, helpless and frail. No matter how hard he fights against the dominant urge for attention, he succumbs to the parasite that is slowly consuming himself. The strong desire for attention.
Leaning against the cold wall, he takes in a deep breath. Deep breaths are the only chances for him to find solace. It is a brief moment which allows him to be fully conscious and aware. As he exhales, the parasite takes over, with the helpless self trapped in the waiting room for the next deep breath to be inhaled.
He sets up his computer for his next attention-grabbing stage act, just like how David Blaine prepares himself for his next world record, jaw dropping endurance act. This time, it will be different from past experiences. Last time, he would post malicious remarks in online forums and spend his day reading the other messages posted by netizens in response to his remarks. He would ignore most messages, except for the humorous and hilarious few. he rejoices as he notices the amount of attention he received, albeit negative, by merely publishing one frivolous remark.
Should I shriek or scream? Should I walk out of my room and try to observe my parents' expressions? Should I just keep my silence?
He is finally online. Adjusting his webcam, he waves to the thousands of curious people who decided to watch this innocent looking boy's live video. Bidding goodbye to his logic, common sense and rationale, he is convinced to live for the moment. The moment when everyone's eyes are fixed on you, gasping, covering their eyes or frantically trying to reach you to stop your foolish act. The sensation of preoccupying everyone's mind, your actions continuously on playback in the back of their minds. The moment is priceless. The strong desire for attention had just overwhelmed him.
"Hello world, welcome to my last attention-grabbing act! I promise you will not be utterly disappointed after this!" He tried to sound ghastly while appearing calm. A penknife on his left hand, he goes for the artery on his right wrist deftly.
A shrill scream tore through the silent midnight.
Monday, October 12, 2009
50 Reasons why Singapore is the greatest city in the world
http://www.cnngo.com/singapore/none/worlds-greatest-city-50-reasons-why-singapore-no-1-399897
Click it! It is no phishing site.
http://www.cnngo.com/singapore/none/worlds-greatest-city-50-reasons-why-singapore-no-1-399897
Click it! It is no phishing site.
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
Like a duckling that is raised up along with chicks, he does not fit.
Like an ant that has worked too hard, he is lost.
Like a bird that has flew away from home, he couldn't find the way home anymore.
Is his body growing too fast? Has his judgment and reasoning changed?
Or is his ego inflating at an accelerated and rapid rate?
He deceives, he lies about himself, to himself, and the concerned people around him.
He weaves a web of fiction and lies. In his own imaginative world, he lives. He is the commanding and influential king, the suave and noble prince, the one and only. Unique and self centered. Individualistic and egocentric. In his own imaginative world, he lives.
He wants to be the best. He craves for the attention. He will always be flawless.
In his own imaginative world, he lives.
He runs, as if running away from reality. He dreams, as if castles can be built in the air. He cries, as if the tears will numb the excruciating pain of being different. He hides, as if taking cover from the stones pelted at him.
Before leaving his own world, he lights up a cigarette. And the life as an average passer-by begins as he steps out of his flat.
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Damned mental block. kpop ringing right beside me ffs, all those heavy beats and lyrics that I (most likely you too) don't understand and comprehend. Get real, at least listen to songs that you actually understand. In this case, it could be compared to following the leader blindly, as we all like to criticise. Listening, without your ears at all.
Disclaimer: Your interpretation of any text in this blog is subjected to your own view. However, do not be overly paranoid or imaginative, please.
Like an ant that has worked too hard, he is lost.
Like a bird that has flew away from home, he couldn't find the way home anymore.
Is his body growing too fast? Has his judgment and reasoning changed?
Or is his ego inflating at an accelerated and rapid rate?
He deceives, he lies about himself, to himself, and the concerned people around him.
He weaves a web of fiction and lies. In his own imaginative world, he lives. He is the commanding and influential king, the suave and noble prince, the one and only. Unique and self centered. Individualistic and egocentric. In his own imaginative world, he lives.
He wants to be the best. He craves for the attention. He will always be flawless.
In his own imaginative world, he lives.
He runs, as if running away from reality. He dreams, as if castles can be built in the air. He cries, as if the tears will numb the excruciating pain of being different. He hides, as if taking cover from the stones pelted at him.
Before leaving his own world, he lights up a cigarette. And the life as an average passer-by begins as he steps out of his flat.
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Damned mental block. kpop ringing right beside me ffs, all those heavy beats and lyrics that I (most likely you too) don't understand and comprehend. Get real, at least listen to songs that you actually understand. In this case, it could be compared to following the leader blindly, as we all like to criticise. Listening, without your ears at all.
Disclaimer: Your interpretation of any text in this blog is subjected to your own view. However, do not be overly paranoid or imaginative, please.
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
Monday, October 05, 2009
I was quite astonished by my mother's reply when I told her that I have decided to skip Grad Night. She told me, albeit over the phone, with her usual sarcasm and irritation towards the topic, that I should go.
Because it is a once-in-a-lifetime-secondary school-graduation-night.
Because we can (actually) afford the 70$ to the Swissotel.
Because your friends are also going and you should accompany/have fun/enjoy your time with them.
Then I replied, not all of my friends are going and I'm pretty reluctant to part with my 70$ which I will possibly continue my collection of Douglas Adams' fantastic series of Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, and maybe other books/novels, notably: James Clavell's King Rat, John le Carre's The Spy Who Came In From The Cold, and Conn Inggulden's Conqueror series. Sorry for going off tangent, but I am adamant that I will not turn up for Grad Night :) I enjoy in...being a non-conformist. Or rather, conforming to a smaller group. I wouldn't want to spoil my day by looking at how some douche make jokes out of themselves.
And I think some people will be irked by my presence. Well, I can't possibly please everyone so I'll give it a miss. Doing myself a service, doing others a service, I deserve that fucking medal.
That's all for the daily random musing section.
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He is, practically, a hermit.
A daily routine after waking up at an awkward time of 2pm would be pressing the power on button for his computer, before leaving for a swift washing up. After that, he would connect to the Internet, check out the latest K-Pop gossip, chase the news trail of his favorite Korean girl group, surf forums that are frequented by fellow fanatical fanboys and lose himself in the pixels of the kaleidoscopic Internet world.
Switching realms as fast as the Texan cowboy who reaches out for his holster and grabs his pistol, he dives into the Japanese black-and-white stark and contrast world of manga shortly afterward . Then he indulges himself in the love stories, the dramatics, the hand-drawn characters which are totally impossible to find in real life. Not that it matters to him anyway.
Then when it is like fucking late at night, some rationale left in his mind reminds him to take a shower.
Because it is a once-in-a-lifetime-secondary school-graduation-night.
Because we can (actually) afford the 70$ to the Swissotel.
Because your friends are also going and you should accompany/have fun/enjoy your time with them.
Then I replied, not all of my friends are going and I'm pretty reluctant to part with my 70$ which I will possibly continue my collection of Douglas Adams' fantastic series of Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, and maybe other books/novels, notably: James Clavell's King Rat, John le Carre's The Spy Who Came In From The Cold, and Conn Inggulden's Conqueror series. Sorry for going off tangent, but I am adamant that I will not turn up for Grad Night :) I enjoy in...being a non-conformist. Or rather, conforming to a smaller group. I wouldn't want to spoil my day by looking at how some douche make jokes out of themselves.
And I think some people will be irked by my presence. Well, I can't possibly please everyone so I'll give it a miss. Doing myself a service, doing others a service, I deserve that fucking medal.
That's all for the daily random musing section.
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He is, practically, a hermit.
A daily routine after waking up at an awkward time of 2pm would be pressing the power on button for his computer, before leaving for a swift washing up. After that, he would connect to the Internet, check out the latest K-Pop gossip, chase the news trail of his favorite Korean girl group, surf forums that are frequented by fellow fanatical fanboys and lose himself in the pixels of the kaleidoscopic Internet world.
Switching realms as fast as the Texan cowboy who reaches out for his holster and grabs his pistol, he dives into the Japanese black-and-white stark and contrast world of manga shortly afterward . Then he indulges himself in the love stories, the dramatics, the hand-drawn characters which are totally impossible to find in real life. Not that it matters to him anyway.
Then when it is like fucking late at night, some rationale left in his mind reminds him to take a shower.
Friday, October 02, 2009
This will be the last song that I will be recommending, mainly due to the MV! It is a collection/collage of photos that they took in London (most probably as they went London to record their summer-themed album). Most of the photos are also in the sodazine, and I am so lucky to own one :D
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Sometimes, ignorance is really bliss.
The more you know about, the more complicated you think life is. And it is easier to fall down and give up.
Sometimes, I really write nonsensical and mundane stuff, which I really cannot control myself from doing so. But I love it, as those are my true feelings/sentiments while typing.
Sometimes, I love to make people around me smile or laugh. A silent giggle or hearty laugh. Either will be enough for me.
Sometimes, I talk about rubbish or really offensive issues or topics. And I feel like crap, for not considering others' emotions and feelings, for not empathizing them.
Sometimes, I wish we all can be true to ourselves, and the people around us.
Sidenote: tagboard might be brought back due to 'popular' demand. But this time, I will remember my tagboard password.
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