So I've been on a short hiatus and back with what I did for the past 2 weeks of school break. Everything hadn't been exactly great, shit happened here n there but well I made it through. If I were to describe my break in a sentence it'd most definitely be: I've been busy and crazy. Apart from the emotional breakdowns in between — upon saying this, it doesn't always happen to me and my boyfriend so you jealous little peas stop trying to judge my life if you know no shit — I did a couple of fun things too

• Tried Bollywood Dance n Fusion Dance (Of course I was just missing out a coconut tree for the Bollywood Dance to weave in and out, and Fusion; Wow, it was totally like Modern Dance which I've lately had a burning passion for. Slow graceful moves, full of expression. Exactly what I look for in dancing)
• Lunch with Karen (Who watched me grow)
  
• Read up a Steak book and got 3 new novels from the Borders (I don't really read anymore now that school has taken up half of my time and I only get to do so during the journey to and fro from school)
• Grooming session for Mafia, but that naughty one scratched the car windows so hard that there were scratches which we need to get them changed for the new ones for extra cost (Will take a pic of it; so many deep scratches that couldn't possibly be able for us not to ignore)
  
• Did my hair and I'm officially a redhead now!

Last night, many things ran through my mind — not that it didn't for the rest of the nights — but it was really a whole lot of thinking. As much as I would want myself to stay happy for a solid week without a single worry, it seems impossible enough. Don't even mention the trivial ones like how we get into argument and conflict in school or out somewhere. Maybe I've been harping onto it too much till the extent that it seems almost everyone around me has this day whereby they would stop and decide to give me shit. Everyone judges, but the worst is to actually believe in what you hear from others, instead of judging by yourself. I believe since I started getting all the unnecessary attention from secondary school — true indeed I didn't need any of those — people started bitching around about me, even things that are not true. I mean okay if you wanna talk about me, you make sure what you say are purely facts, and also, no one truly knows me except myself. Speaking of which, close people who know me would always say no matter how much time they've known me or how deep they know of me, they still don't quite get me at times. Even myself, I still marvel at the truth that I don't understand myself at times. But I like myself this way, so I see no need in people telling me to stop being contradicting or mysterious or whatsoever because I do not need to change in this way. So my point is that no one should hear from what others say, unless you see or hear it from yourself. If not, just imagine yourself getting bitched or backstabbed and hearing it from somewhere or someone you did not expect at all. Whenever somebody whispered something so not cool about someone, which obviously is called gossiping, I would go "Oh" and it immediately goes out from the other ear. Trust me, it's totally unfair for the innocent ones. Probably all my life those bitches out there have been making up stories about me and I ended up getting all the wrong opinions but that's alright for I believe in karma. What goes around, comes back around eventually
ps: quit asking, my current classmates are a bunch of lame yet nice people; they don't talk bad about me. whatever I write here isn't exactly about me...