A giant leap of faith.

okay, I have to admit, my sister really makes me feel like a loser. Why? Go figure. You want proof?

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me. my sis.

blur blur, love it! the blurrer it is, the better, it conceals flaws eh..:)

But that, isn't the point. My point is, look closer. Then compare. There. I already look like a freaking loser. Don't, DON'T, deny just to make me feel somehow better, cos it will NOT. I ain't angry, nah, I'm happy:) for her though, not for me. well, it's obvious. I can't do anything right! not lately. Thanks to someone significant. no, not you.

Well done sis! I've congratulated you before, but no harm saying it again right?:)

so, moving on. I'm happier now simply cos my dad bought me " Message in a bottle" by non other than my favourite author, Nicholas Spark. I've developed such interest in his work merely cos he's a genius. Genius in making a simple romance very appealing. to me, at least. HAPPY!

On the other hand, I am slightly not happy because it seems that my heel spur is back. Back to torture every waking morning of my already-screwed-life. I certainly do not need this now okay. i can't even walk properly. It is not possible for me to walk on just left feet when the parking lot in the lakeside campus is far, or better yet, during particular unlucky days, it could get REALLY far. As in far-far towards the end of the world. sigh. Only Taylorians would feel me.

Do you feeeeelll mee?????

Hatred is when you fail to get over something/ somebody, even when you know that it is exactly what you need. Hatred is when despite the uncountable times you've been told right in your face that you're wasting your time and love chemical in your body, you still fail to do otherwise. Hatred is when you love someone who doesn't love you back just as much. Hatred is loser. And loser is Me.