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
I wish I had
Ah...ma inspiration to blog has arrive....thanx to Sim's blog....*and not u as an inspiration StepH*
So wert actuali brought me to this post is actuali Sim's pic and how she's like having fun. And oso ma college mate, Dave,he's do many things that I wish that I can do...I felt...erm....duno how to explain...
I felt like all this while ma life is a waste....Big waste. I dun feel like I lived up to ma potential,my passion. I believed in so many things and yet due to so many restrictions, I can never do what I love most.
If my parents were to support what I believed in...They reali play a major role on that. If they had allow me to go and join things like brats or public speaking workshops and maybe even allow me to apply for the student exchange thing, I tink i wud have felt that I fuflilled or achieved sumtin. I was very interested in the student exchange thing but ma parents din allow me to go...even apply so heck I am can't have a life experience in where ever like Sim. They will never understand...and I hate them for the rest of ma life....
Besides them I wasted a lot of time measuring maself and underestimating maself. I shud have been ready to go out and make all the mistakes but I wasted ma time tryin to find the self-confidence all this while. If only I had this more mature thinking and stop commiting maself to peer pressure last time I wud not have wasted so much time.
My heart do not belong to a place alone. My passion is to go out of my box and see the "world". Well I mean many of u can also see...I mean like I can't jus be wif a click...I get reali bored easilly. I have to mix wif every different kinda "click".
I feel like a bird caged and yet not knowing the fact that I was caged. It was ma "cage" that never allow me to reach ma fullest potential. And now, I wake up to realise that I am still in cage and that I can never reach the potential unless I am "free". And when I am "free" I still cannot be as competable as I shud due to the many years of not "growing". I can't seem to accept that fact and that I am not competible.
If only I did do the things that I could have made an impact...
Now it's like too late to actually to like live ma dreams.