:)
Had a girls night out tonight! Soooo good :D. Swanky japanese dinner, funny badminton and anemones, and oh! the perfect company.
Had a meeting with the Club. This promises to be an interesting year. Stressful yes, but interesting too.
:)
There's this perception from people that keeps coming through
I have a serious neutral face. Or as a once-close-friend once put it, my neutral face looks pissed.
=_______________________=
People who don't know me judge me as serious or studious. Or smart. Then I disappoint when they find out I'm not that brilliantly clever as my neutral face suggests!
I like smiling. I like laughing. Have you heard me laugh? Its like a hyena, loud. Maybe somewhat annoying. My sisters tell me not to laugh in their ear. And apparently, I cried the loudest as a baby!
But thats besides the point.
I know my lips point downwards, so when I'm not smiling I look serious. But is that any fault of my own? No. But it is to my disadvantage.
While some people have their personality plastered all over their face, mine has to shine through despite my face.
*sigh*
I never really thought it would come to this. I was optimistic, but it keeps repeating, and each time my optimism dies a little. A slow painful death.
I can't foresee any future change really. I've tried....I really have.
So now I excise that, and it will only cause minimal pain. What do you expect me to do? Its not ideal. Its not what I wanted. But this is the only option that allows my survival.
Bye bro.
Stick with it.
Stick with it, and by Jove, finish the darn thing.
Dreams were so alive when we were young. The possibilities were open to us, choices - unhindered by any thought to circumstances or situation.
Then we grew older.
And they, one by one, dissipated.
But the heart cry, the yearning for something more remains still. Why?
I whole-heartedly believe that a human cannot conjure thoughts of more than already exists. Princesses, dragons, witches, warriors, magic - they all existed in some form. The belief in a destiny of greatness (perhaps, or at least a happy state), and and a possible afterlife...
Certainly it points to what is possible.
But the road is hidden.
I'm not quite sure how to get there.
Its hard.
I'll leave here. The pages of my life are still being written. I hope that when the book is finished, it will not be summarized as merely 'good'. Good = mediocre, and mediocre doesn't change anything.
Things I want to do eventually (preferably soon):
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