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Friday, March 25, 2011
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1:14 AM
Gosh. Blog's been dead for so long so I'm here to revive it. *Blows* TADAAAAAA!! Alright, where shall I start? Ever since I broke up with the jerk, I'm more cautious. To me honest, I don't trust the people around me now. And the reason is because I'll never know when they will turn around and stab me or worst, betray the trust I gave to them. My stand is still the same. Never once change. I don't lie to people so I hate it when people lie to me. But I must admit, I have secrets. I didn't lie about it though. It's just that I chose not to say about it. It's my secret, not yours anyway.
People come and go everyday. Just like the guys in my life as well. They come and go, and never meant to stay. No matter whatever shit they say, I don't believe in it anymore. Maybe not now. I'm not being depressed but that's the truth. The reality in this cruel world. Ain't it weird? Girls want guys who are handsome, caring, and love them. But too bad. They don't really exist in this era now. Go back to ice age, maybe, you still can find them. Guys I met nowadays? Cassanova. That's it. Nothing else. That's the pathetic thing. Girls who have many guys are sluts. So guys who have many girls are what? Bastards? And, don't tell me guys who can get many girls are legend. I don't give a fuck. Who's gonna get married to a man who has a truckload full of other women? Dumbass ._.
Blah. It's getting too much. All those piercings and ink on me, is making me look so ah lian in the eyes of those conservative people. I just don't get it. Body piercings and tattoo is art. And please get this straight into your mind. Body modifications doesn't change character. I'm still me. So why the heck people link them to being ah lian or whatever? Lame shit man! So, I'm an ah-lian-wannabe now eh? Fine. I'm gonna be a good girl and don't go clubbing for this week then. Guess what? I always wanted piercings and ink on me. But I wasn't that rebellious when I was younger. I didn't want to. Now, I'm unleashing the rebel in me bit by bit. I knew it right from the start. I'm just a bad girl in disguise. And no one appreciates it. But fuck it! I can't be bothered as well!
And just being random, motives. That's what's on my mind now. Tell me, what's your motive for coming near me? You made me go crazy for you, broke my heart, and left me alone to deal with all the heartache. What's the point of all these? I had enough. If I ever met a jerk again, I'll stick my middle finger right at his face and walk away. Cause my middle finger says " Fuck you!"
you're MINE!
