Y6:46 PM
So much has happened and I'm not sure about anything and everything. Blatantly thinkin things will get better as the clock ticks, perhaps that misconception will not work out for me anymore.. It's never been about me, I just realised. It's usually about we, them, you, her, him. I haven't realised that my life's quite bleak. There's never I or Me. I've never felt the personal sense of satisfaction that many may have once in a while. Perhaps I find it difficult to just wake up and face the matters. The matters. Reality sucks hell. Dressed in green, I may look confident and sure about matters, but things do not appear as they are. Achieving a goal, feelin satisfied, I'd never really get any close to that. To say that I have high expectations, I don't think so. I had never really made myself conspicuous to others. Again, it's never really about me. Truth is bitter. Just when I thought I was maybe two blinks away from my goal, reality strikes again. Who am I? Infatuation aside, love is really the subject here. Something's missing. I once reflected, askin myself who will be the one, constantly checking and being there for me. Yes I'm glad that I have them to be my heroes but, why can't just for once something miraculous can occur? Why such high hopes? Yea maybe that's what you expertise in. Come and go, never really here to stay. Others can woo, send me zillion flowers for all I care but why is it that when it comes to that familiar ouch-cum-faints soul, I get all weak? Indirectly controllin me. I'm done likin thee, once. But yep, inamorato just had to make a come back. Readers are complainin gee what a placid everyday scene, whatever. I wish there's this mechanism in that beatin organ that's able to intercept every fond feeling I have. Confession is wrong. & to survive the questions? Skippin tt is transparently necessary. Not to worry, I'm startin it all ov again. On my way there.--
Higher malay paper was crap. I thought I did ok but, ): May said doing the peribahasa question is like commiting suicide. Ok, a little exaggeration there. BUT SHE SAID IT WAS DANGEROUS THAT'S QUITE CLOSE ISNT IT?! Garh. Hopefully my storyline isnt out of pt. & I really wish the marker will not be that... petty.
): JUST GIVE ME AN A LAH FOR ONCE.
Tsk, a B3 is never even close enuf, an A?! Sheesh.
I'd really like to move on lah.DIA later, never fails to cheer me up after such a mundane monday. Had gado-gado for dinner and boy does my mum cook such good love for dinner.
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Ciao
Sheikha
