{ The Beauty of Dishonesty }
The Beauty of Dishonesty.
I haven't written in a long while. And I think it's high time that I do. I mean, don't you think it is best to vent out all of your anger through a harmless avenue (eg. using blogs to bitch). *smiles angelically.
This year has been the most eventful in my entire 18 years and two months of living so far. Never have I felt so over the moon and have my heart be broken into a million pieces in the span of six months. Cannot really say I didn't see that coming.
Alyaa is the definition of melancholy right now (to the delight of some, of course).Reasons disclosed :- I feel desolate, I'm very afraid of doing badly for my exams, the immense pressure of university offers/rejections and the absence of a tall,dark and handsome male (preferably intelligent; I'm done with dungus) in the range of 17 to 21 years of age in my life is daunting.
I truly despise the fact that some people hurt me and don't even know the extent of it. Okay fine, maybe it IS my fault for being mute about it.But hey, what d'ya expect me to do fool? Go all out and bite your ear off just because I felt like it? Although somehow, the person(s)concerned do realise they're in the wrong and proceed to apologise during say Eid or Christmas or on other important occasions. I'm like wtf.
Oh by the way,I'm not terribly afraid of saying stuff like that out because I don't think anyone would have the intrepidity to admit that they have been reading my blog (meaning checking on what's up with me). Thus, giving them no valid basis to confront me. :)
Another thing that I discovered this year is that I never easily got distressed by anyone. Until now. I get easily irked my matters not even worth mentioning. Does this newfound irritability come with the misery of being eighteen,old and wrinkly? Somebody please get this jigga/pop/rock infused wannabe chick some help. I need professional help.
This isn't just some normal 'imma display myself to the whole world' sort of blog. I do not intend to sugarcoat anything or publicise how wonderfully social my life is and that you,dear reader, should be every inch envious of me. I think we have more than enough of those already.I just need to put my thoughts out there. Share with some of me mates a little bit of what I'm going through. And also *Ehem* be there for people who need to feel better about themselves. 'Til then, I hope I haven't offended anyone yet. Cheers.
I haven't written in a long while. And I think it's high time that I do. I mean, don't you think it is best to vent out all of your anger through a harmless avenue (eg. using blogs to bitch). *smiles angelically.
This year has been the most eventful in my entire 18 years and two months of living so far. Never have I felt so over the moon and have my heart be broken into a million pieces in the span of six months. Cannot really say I didn't see that coming.
Alyaa is the definition of melancholy right now (to the delight of some, of course).Reasons disclosed :- I feel desolate, I'm very afraid of doing badly for my exams, the immense pressure of university offers/rejections and the absence of a tall,dark and handsome male (preferably intelligent; I'm done with dungus) in the range of 17 to 21 years of age in my life is daunting.
I truly despise the fact that some people hurt me and don't even know the extent of it. Okay fine, maybe it IS my fault for being mute about it.But hey, what d'ya expect me to do fool? Go all out and bite your ear off just because I felt like it? Although somehow, the person(s)concerned do realise they're in the wrong and proceed to apologise during say Eid or Christmas or on other important occasions. I'm like wtf.
Oh by the way,I'm not terribly afraid of saying stuff like that out because I don't think anyone would have the intrepidity to admit that they have been reading my blog (meaning checking on what's up with me). Thus, giving them no valid basis to confront me. :)
Another thing that I discovered this year is that I never easily got distressed by anyone. Until now. I get easily irked my matters not even worth mentioning. Does this newfound irritability come with the misery of being eighteen,old and wrinkly? Somebody please get this jigga/pop/rock infused wannabe chick some help. I need professional help.
This isn't just some normal 'imma display myself to the whole world' sort of blog. I do not intend to sugarcoat anything or publicise how wonderfully social my life is and that you,dear reader, should be every inch envious of me. I think we have more than enough of those already.I just need to put my thoughts out there. Share with some of me mates a little bit of what I'm going through. And also *Ehem* be there for people who need to feel better about themselves. 'Til then, I hope I haven't offended anyone yet. Cheers.
( a l y a a ) @ Tuesday, December 20, 2005 / 2:39 pm /
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