ANOTHER

Another frustration. Another hope been denied. Another angst inside of me. Another vow made by me not to continue living by depending on parents. Another sad little heart when I can’t fight him back. Another let down that I have to bear. Another thought on how to gain your own money. Another thought on scoring high grades in examinations. Another slap in my face, not literally happen. Just saying. Another bad, negative thoughts running through my mind. Another revenge will be done. Another blame to be put. Another post written by me about how misery I am. 

well this was supposed to be posted long ago, but only now I feel like posting it. and the current mood that I'm feeling is 360degree from what I'm feeling in this post.

THE GAME BEGUN

Just wait and see who is the winner

ANYTHING THAT CROSSES MY MIND

Seriously, sometimes it is much better if I'm talking to myself. I just wanna talk. The talk. We talk. He talks. She talks. Everyone talks. okay now, I'm feeling like I'm teaching the English. What do I really wanna talk right now?

I'm hungry. Really hungry. But I have to endure it until the middle of the month. Why? cause that is the most perfect moment to ask for money from my parents. I'm always wrong in making decision about money. I've always think that it is okay to  use it all first and enjoy while you have that money in your hand. andd poof ! They are all gone now.

I think we should really ban the word supporters. No human are supportive to each other I'm telling you. We're fake. Even I am a fake. Don't try to deny this, cause you know deep down inside you, there's a maybe 10% less or more the unwilling to help or support feeling. I dare to admit that I am one of them. You are willing actually, but there's a little voice deeepp down inside tells you that you feel  a little bit erremmehh? can't find the term. Forgive me.

I really missed my family now. My dad called me this evening, asking either I'm okay or not. To tell you the truth, I'm really excited when he called me. I feel like I wanted to tell him everything, all the stories, all of what really happen to me right now, all my feelings. But I know that I can never do that. It's not as easy like we said it literally. I just wanted somebody to listen to my story, not to comment or criticize me at that very moment I tell them. Just listen. I'm damn sad, tense. But that's make me feels like wanting to go out more often. I played every evening now. Thank God I can try to improve my skills. maybe there's a bright and dark side of having problems in you. maybe you just gotta choose and do what's best for you in order to endure the angst.

BOOKFAIR / PC FAIR IN SOMEWHERE-ONLY-WE-KNOW

Banners all hung up two weeks before the exhibition, everywhere. Every single pole along the classes’ pathways, the colleges’ walks are full with them banners on it. I can barely see the poles, thanks to them. Thank God they didn’t put it in the toilet or any washrooms available. That would indicate that the event that we’re gonna have is super super big. But, with only banners along the pathways, I guess that won’t be such a big deal aite?

The Somewhere-Only-We-Know event is currently happening at one of the prestigious hall they have here. I saw vans, tents, shawls, fried chickens are available everywhere outside the prestigious hall. Then, what are they having inside? Seriously, the banner made it really interesting for me to find something that I really wish to find. Buku Fixi collections. I wanted to make them as my own private collection. Read reviews of every and each books of it from TTGB’s blog. They made my adrenaline rushed and stung up the feeling to make it my own. I wanted them badly.

So with hopes and determination, I went to the fair, poise and confidently and make a fast screening to the book section. And sadly, what did I found is a bunch of lame books, novels. And there are some books about religion. I was like, that’s it? That’s the only books that were offered to us? No wonder they didn’t make any high sale. Come on, old books will slightly catches our attentions. Accept the fact. Sell something new. Something that we should really see. Something that can make us thinks and read. Something that is fresh to the world. Person like me have always wanted something fresh to read. Just like when you drink juices. You prefer it to be really fresh because it is something that is preferable in a fresher condition. That analogy I applied it in my believe, that made me love to find something that can gives me a new feeling. I wanted to explore that. That unexplainable things, feelings.

Lastly, I bought myself a set of new earphone, a pair of headset for my brother. And now, other sisters are asking me to buy one for them. Masak Aku. The books? Forget it. Buku Fixi is my priority now in my-list-of-books-to-be-read. Money, money, money, it so funny, in a rich man’s world- ABBA.

I think that lately, I prefer to write in short cause I’m more to sweet quotes rather than writing-it-long era. Damn Twitter. You gotta blame her dear Bloggie Moggie. LOL. That was a joke that no one should ever laugh cause it’s not that funny? Oh I miss the old days where I loved to write in a very long entry that made no one wanted to read it. Well, they are the one who loses the maybe-good notes or information that I’m telling.

Common Sense

People need common sense in their life. And as my dad always said, the best way to approach or handle any kind of situation is by diplomacy. Said the shittiest things in the nicest way. Practically, I'm one of them who used this kind of approach. I know, not all of us out there were blessed by an understanding, superb, brilliant, not-afraid-to-show-their-love dad, and I'm reallyyy glad that I have one.

Well, I'm not practically bragging my dad here. The point is, if you wanna say something that is not quite hearable, do it nicely. In the nicest way possible. Super-brilliant-genius people will get your deepest point. I do. I can always get the hidden point. But just do it nicely, with nice word.