STOP TEMPTING ME, HAAGEN DAZS!!!

I need to stop eating.

Or I'm going to get so fat that my arse can barely handle itself.

I believe in miracles.

Don't worry. You'll remain anonymous here.

Play on with your guitar, tonight and forever,

I love watching you strum and laugh altogether.

It was romantic in an unconventional way.
I know you won't realize it, even if it happened in the day.

As I look at you, you and your guitar,
I suddenly felt the presence of a falling star.

And then I make a wish for this moment to last,
I want it to grow, old with rust.

Although that is a part of me,
I still feel that miracles don't happen so easily.

I believe in miracles.
Just that miracles don't believe in me.

Absolut Bullshit. Or is it?

It's depressing to know that the people I care about is not always there to support me. It's worse when it's your own parents.

This Halloween performance meant the world to me, and it's been almost 4 years since the last time I performed a dance number (even that they never attended).

I don't expect them to come.
Or, more specifically, I try not to expect them to.

I just wish that they were more supportive,
"like a hug to wish me good luck, is all that matters."

I can't say that I'm hurt, because I suppose I'm pretty much numb to it already. But what about the other people I know who claims that they are supportive of the things I do?

I am extremely naive to completely believe words that come out from others' mouth.

The ones that promised to come, the ones that said that they'll not miss it for the world, the ones that said they'll always support me?

BULLSHIT to all of that.

It just tells me, "in life, never take what others say, too seriously." See, to be honest, I'm confident to say that I'm a very passionate person. And that is, sometimes, pretty dangerous, considering the fact that I don't really know how to take disappointment well. I jump into conclusions-MOST OF THE TIME.

When you say you're going to come,
And when you don't show up...
I take it as
"YOU'RE A FAKE. AND YOU DON'T GIVE TWO SHITS ABOUT ME. SO STOP TELLING ME YOU ACTUALLY CARE."

And sometimes, I'm just wrong. I know... I know that it's not healthy to be reacting this way. I promise I'll learn to accept that people out there are mere self-conceited humans beings.

Heck, I am one myself.

Slap me, and tell me to stop judging others. Thanks.

Subject: Introduction to Computer Application = FACEBOOK PERIOD

Here's a chain reaction for you:

My parents find the perfect college for me

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And then, cough out money for my education

*

I enter the first class of Introduction to Computer Applications

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And then, facebook for a duration of 3 hours.

I so so SO come college to study, ain't?

Course Objectives for
Introduction to Computer Applications
1. Demonstrate basic computer concept, operations and functions.

MOVE CURSOR TOWARDS START, PRESS START, MOVE CURSOR TO SELECTED DESTINATION AND YAWN OUT LOUD.

2. Explain basic information systems theory.

MICROSOFT WORD IS TO WATCH PORN. NEXT!

3. Develop basic correspondence, reports and other word processing products.

YAWN OUT LOUD!

4. Produce basic spreadsheets and manipulate data to make informed decisions.

... ... ... _l_

5. Demonstrate familiarity with databases and their uses.

Hello World. *slits wrist* Goodbye World.

6. Develop basic presentation application.

Yes, yes, we all know it's Microsoft Powerpoint. Gah. Next.

I am so so SO going to pass the exam for this subject. Owwww yea!

Just Dance

Dance Dance Dance

Pink: Isabel White: Louise Black: Me

And I shall dance my life away.

Stupid love.

I'm hurting. FUCKING hurting.

I can't believe I let myself fall in love.

And when I love, I care.
And when I care, I hurt.
And when I'm done hurting, I'm done caring.
And when I'm done caring, I'm done loving.
And then I'll just die living.

Seems like such a nice, simple verse to be sung?
Think again, you bastard.

The part where it goes,

"and when I'm done hurting, I'm done caring".

It's the hardest part to even type it out.

I can't stop caring for you.
I want to show that I can.
But I can't.

I FUCKING CAN'T.

I can list 1000000000 reasons why I should leave you.
But just 1 reason why I should stay, cancels out everything else.


THAT'S WHY "I HATE MYSELF FOR LOVING YOU."

Now, I just don't know what to do.
That's how weak I am.

The way he loves.

Stands patiently by the gate outside
An umbrella in his hand.
It was just a light drizzle, a soft and short breeze of rain.

Waiting.
While she took twenty minutes to get ready.

Waiting.
Patiently with a smile
... and finally there's the girl he's been meaning to meet.

He never complains.
The time, her attitude, her taste.
Well, on second thought, he does,
only when she's painted in suggestive clothes.

She didn't need to be sheltered from the light drizzle,
He always insisted.

As each week show its face,
His enemy she kisses.

Waiting.
He just waits.
He knows she can't love him anymore.

But there's always a shelter
he has for her.

An umbrella, away from her raining tears.
And that's the way he loves.

She doesn't deserve this.

Since you can give up smoking and partying for a girl,
you can give up on this pain and torture.

It's a promise, that you'll find
a person who deserves you.
She's not the one.
Believe me.