Just finished part of Victor Hugo’s quotes. It reminds me about someone else quotes. That is the most meaningful and bother me the most long period words.
“I don’t believe that heaven exist, but I think that people who work hard, trying to go to the unexist place is an angle”
“our today is those who passed away’s tomorrow”
Long lost friend. Sometimes I think about them, and wondering, do they think about me as well? Actually this really doesn’t matter. Yes or no, you’re quite sure you’ll never meet them anymore, not even in dream.
But sometimes you just can’t stop yourself from recalling. Happy moments, huh?? Yeah. Science proved that our brain only choose to remember good things, bad things?? You’ll forget very fast. Just like people giving birth. Pain huh? But most of them will choose to go for another one. Why?? Cause your mind forces you, just to remember the good things.
But you know what?? I hate dream, the sweet dream, not the nightmare. For nightmare, when it ends, it ends. You need no to worry anymore. But for sweet dream, just because it is a dream, you’ll never get an ending. No matter the good one, or the bad one. You know what it means when someone tell you “we have no ending.” ? ya, this is dream
For people like us who live in reality, we have to accept this.
Suddenly back to the age where I saw someone and my heart just can’t stop pounding. Getting harder and harder to breathe. But now I don’t feel like hiding my happiness. Or I just realize that it cannot be hide?
Just like all the pop song stated: telling you how much I love you is my wish. But I’m glad that I’m now mature enough to avoid it to turn into a mass.
You play your role and so do I. but we are sharing the same moon and same sun all the time. How silly it is when you feel happy just because I know that we can saw the same moon if we are gazing at the sky??
Try to be happy because my mood swings greatly with your emotion. I’m trying to get closer to you… step by step… and I wish the time I reach beside you is not too far away. if the day i reach you really came, please smile to me and says "you did a good job"
Photos are very cruel evidence. There’d nothing you can do to deny. It is a fact. It makes me believe in whatever I refuse to know or to care about and I really hate it. It is just the same as you saw your husband enter a hotel with another girl. The feeling might just be same as taking out your finger nails from your flesh… one by one…
Another thing is natural reflection. We study science and we know that your hormone and nerves control of your action. Sometimes, there’s something not beyond our control just like knee jerk. Impulses do not passes our brain instead it makes a decision once it reach our spinal cord.
The way you smile automatically without your own knowledge when you saw loves one. Involuntarily hold your friends hand when you shock to hear your loves one’s name. Love can’t be disguise, right?
Just try to act like you don’t care.
Fight or flight situation huh? I choose to fly…
Being emo on blog and facebook is disgusting. Especially when u does that often. Everyone emo, look at my blog, me too. But I don’t know why we still doing that even when we know it disgusted the others.
Expressing how you feel disappointed in love again and again, using words and expression that makes yourself high class is far too over to make the readers vomit.
Maybe because we are teenagers. We purposely look for something to emo for. Whatever sex hormone it is… progesterone, estrogen … it makes us imagine… imagine that everyone abandon us… imagine that god is being unfair to us??
Which one is more heartbreaking? Everyone love me, except you or everyone hates me except you? It doesn’t really matter.
Poor people say that ‘rich people don’t know what actually happy means’ how you know? Have you ever been rich?? Rich people paying sympathy to the poor one ‘ai-yo, see… everyday they suffer for the 3 meals’ what makes you so sure about that?
Just like the joker says: “why don’t they eat meat when they don’t have the money to buy bread”
It is totally a joke when someone says: “I don’t understand and I don’t get the point why everyone praying to get JPA scholarship” clap, the best joke I heard so far in 2011. Because we need it.
Here comes to a conclusion for the above ‘emo statement’ we don’t understand the others do so because we don’t need that. I know how pain is it. It is impossible. How can you know about it when the needle pokes on my heart instead of yours?
I should be punishing. I’m satisfied with everything I have although I’m not a very lucky or very rich person. I’m once being at the valley as well. I’m once sad and disappointed to everything on earth, even the snail, but I never blame. I thanks for everything I have. Yes I should be proud and satisfied with whatever I have, but I just can’t get through it.
It is the only thing that I can make me emo. The only thing that I never own and won’t be able to own. That’s why I always love the song- kris Allen’s live like we are dying. “Our hearts are hungry for the food that won’t come.
And now, I wrote so many unrelated things… I’m just actually wanted to say that: my heart is extremely hungry for the food that never comes. I’m crazy for that.
I think brave people are awesome!! They settle everything once because they have no fear. Open the mouth to explain, apologies, thank you, wish each other luck. One day, if I did this, I’ll do that holding a microphone in my hand.
Pressure from all direction. I wonder what really makes this a big matter. It is something usual in life. Everyone experience this in life, I’m wrong, I know, but this is unavoidable, but why fingers just keep on pointing to me? I just try to make things simple. I’m wrong, but I really thought this is the best way to settle.
Can I just do like how my mind and soul ask me to? Give me some space, I just need to take a breath. I don’t know what am I going to do for the next moment. I have no planning because this does not need plans. I guess we should just let to go by how it should be.
The only thing I’m clear about is I will not make anyone suffer, include myself. I just can’t figure it out where is the source of these. What makes everyone put such attention on this? I really thought this is nothing. So just, please, pretend like you don’t know this.
Holding my breath. I can’t believe that what have shown in front of me can drive me crazy, to that stage. Stun. I forget the rhythm of my heartbeat. The sound still echo in my ear. He is someone that you have to see through a small hold on a piece of paper so that you won’t hurt your eyes……
I guess this is love, for me, this is love.
Feeling sorry. I really don’t know what to do now. If I have the crouge, I’m sure I’ll tell you straight away. Not just wasting our time here. I might not know what actually happened. And I don’t know what makes me feel that way.
It just makes me feel annoyed… I’m so sorry. It is my fault. I just don’t have the patient. I really wish that if I meet you again later, I can tell myself that I’m wrong. You are still the one.
How much I wish that you can hate me, blame me, hit me. Because I’m sorry to you.
Everytime when I feel desperate, sad, angry, hopeless… you appere in my dream and cheer me up!!
Please take care, my friend ^^
It is 8.04pm.i left the office and headed to the bakery at KLCC.
Coffee cake, fruit cake and black forest slice is place at the top. Follow by green tea, chocolate and strawberry at the second layer. The half kg cake is placed at the bottom layer. I notice that they did not prepare blueberry cheese cake in slice.
I imagine that I’m choosing a birthday cake for you. I wonder what flavor will you prefer. Looking at the reflection of the refrigerator’s glasses, I smiled.
Happy birthday again. for me, it is love, max.
It is today, happy birthday again.
