Introduction
I don't have a heart for fakers who shed crocodile tears nor do I have sentimental value for emotional basted-s. I'm the devil's work of art. Nobody knows me too much to hurt me neither does anyone knows me too deep to understand me.
Blogging
Things change
I grew up in a church faw all ma life. I was always alone, sittin behind in jr. CIDS (children's service), listenin to the teacher telling stories. I graduated and went to CIDS and to found maself still a loner. When I was in my upper primary,my parents joined IGC (inter-generation cell group or small groups in church). It was here that I made friends and actuali found a "click" to mix with.
Later, it was ISCA (inter school christ ambassidor) faw the youth. I started not be so close to the group and mixin with more seniors. There was this gurl, Emily who was so called in the "click" whom I kinda started to not like her, thinkin that she was very proud and stuff like that as she is rather quiet.
Today, she was sittin beside me in service and the same youth cell group as me. She is nice but it's just her personality that is shy and stuff like that. I realised today that she wasn't mixin with the so called click we have and in fact our so called click had already disperse. Lookin back I realise tht things have changed so much. We are not what we are last time and definately things will always change no matter wat.
All I am asking is that no matter wat change it mite happen, I hope that it will improve me...