ANOTHER BIRTHDAY POST

Hi

I just ate my second Zinger Burger but I'm still hungry so here I am, sipping my full cream milk while writing at 4 in the morning. Basically this is just me trying to enjoy my last few hours here in Malaysia because sleeping would definitely be a waste of time.

It's been almost a week since my birthday and I know this post is a really late one but nvm. Dear God, despite having so much in possession right now, I still hope that you will consider to fulfill some of my wishes. To be honest here, my mental resilience is too weak and I guess it'd be nice if someday, maybe You will grant me that so much needed mental resilience; because hurt is inevitable ;)

That's it. Till we meet again, byebye.

RAMBUTILAWAJANGANJEALOUSBYE

Hi

I realised that there are about more than 10 posts that I haven't published yet and what can I conclude here is that I couldn't find freedom in writing anymore. Basically it's all about people being judgemental towards others and I know I'm far from being excluded so I have to be a lil bit careful here.

Uh btw I just finished cutting my hair and I think it looks really good on me he he he. Well y'know, some guys care about their haircut as much as you girls care about yours. And fr me, going to hair saloon fr a haircut is a bit freaky since I know it's not possible fr me to hit the rewind button and redo the process all over again.

I hate getting bad haircut to the point where it feels like there are poops on my head or something so I will lock myself up in my room fr a day or two every time it happens.

p/s: I envy those with messy and wavy hair okbye

LINES

com·fort (ˈkəmfərt)

#1. a state of being relaxed and feeling no pain

#2. a feeling of freedom from worry or disappointment

#3. satisfaction or physical well-being provided by a person or thing

I saw a tweet about line and its relation with our lives on Twitter and it keeps bothering me. Up until now, I still can't believe how accurate it is.

Let's say that each one of you represents a straight line being drawn beautifully on a very large piece of paper. And again, let's assume that the person you want to be with is another straight line, but parallel to you. That must be pretty sad, right? We are all aware that parallel lines will never intersect with each other at any point whatsoever. So, no matter how much you want to be with that person, both of you just can't.

And if you think that's sad enough, think twice. What about other straight lines? Unlike parallel lines, these lines do intersect at a certain point but eventually, they will be separated away from each other and that's pretty sad, too.

Out of these two kinds of line, I prefer the first one. I really hope that you and I are two parallel lines being drawn really close to each other. We might not be able to meet at any point, but at least we can be close enough till the very end. And forever is fine with me. Yeah it's fine, really. It's just the matter of time till you appear in my life or maybe there is a slight chance that you've been here all along.

And what I like the most about this kind of line is that parallel lines can never exist without each other.

Um btw, it's raining over here and I really enjoy blogging in this kind of weather. The smell of the rain as well as the cold air around here are just cozy and comforting :)

UNTITLED POST

"L e t B y g o n e s B e B y g o n e s"

Hi I wanna make a confession over here but I just couldn't find the right words to start with. So, I think lets make this straight and simple.

The truth is

I've been longing to make a fresh start and I think this is the right time fr me to do so. It's just that, I really am in an awful state right now. I've reverted some old posts back into drafts in order not to create further misunderstanding and I know that I just did the right thing. So yea this is it. This is the new me heh no it's just me and my new determination, that's all.

Like I told ya, I wanted to make this post as simple as possible so I think I'm done here.

Wait! I feel like an emo blogger weh haha this isn't right haha hahahaha this is so not like me haih whatever byee I need my bed!

AI FIL LAIK KRAYING

"Life isn't easy anymore"

"Then find something to pull you through"

"Like what? Everything's tearing me apart"

"But there must be something"

"No, there isn't any. I am transparent to everything. I am transparent to everyone"

Sorry. So let's begin.

#Describe the thing you're afraid of the most?

You-know-who. Eight-legged creature with approximately eight eyes. *JAW DROPS*

#Reasons?

Well, here's a simple explanation why I'm afraid of them. Imagine this; You're lying on your bed and suddenly there is a huge spider crawling inside your shirt :| Sorry I just can't..

#Your happiest moment with the thing?

Are you kidding me?

#Your scariest moment with the thing?

It was last year when I found this one giant dead spider in the doorway of my house. It died just right there, and I simply had no idea about it.

"Bro, I know you're afraid of me so uhm I'm just gonna die here and make your life a living hell".

Pfft. So basically I had to make huge leap every single time I went in and out of my house and it was so frightening 

#When did you last see the thing?

Few days ago in the movie After Earth at the cinema. It was scary but lucky me, the person I went out with made joke about it so yea basically the fear turned into laughter and I was ok.

#Is there anyone who shares the same fear?

Yeah, it's Ron from the movie Harry Potter.

#Any hope ?

Just like anybody else, I hope spiders will never go through further evolutions and grow wings. Or else it's gonna be the end for me :|

FREAKED OUT

Two nightmares in the space of one week is so tiring you know? The first one was all about spiders and the latest one was about this one psycho freak in a hospital.

I was walking alone down the hallway when I noticed this guy who acted suspiciously so I decided to keep my watchful eyes on him for a while and guess what; I noticed him sneaking and killing helpless patients in each ward one by one without being caught red-handed. So yeah basically I began to panic and wrote something down on my palm(I couldn't recall what I wrote) but I think it was to alert those people in the hospital about that psycho freak.

Things started to get worse when he stared me down from afar. I tried to escape downstairs but that guy caught and dragged me inside this one room and injected me with sedative. Helpless and weak, I ran outside and shouted for help. Two doctors were shot dead as they were trying to help. And then, that freaking guy came from behind and grinded my head with some kind of surgery tool so yeah in the end, I DIED.

I know overthinking is not ok, but I have this bad thought that the nightmare might be some kind of vision that I'm getting near to death. Idk why but that's exactly what I feel. If it's true, then I should start seeking for forgiveness in a form of scheduled blog post I guess. Yeah, a scheduled blog post sounds fine :)