Ramblings Here And There

I would like to thank my very good friend for taking this picture of my feet. It had inspired me to design this simple header.

The Wicked Witch With The Fragile Bone Soul
Apparently, she still thinks she's the angel, the savior of the people even when everyone has realized she lied and lied true her teeth every single time. She had spread vicious words and twisted her stories so that SOME individuals listened to her but little did she knew that she's losing her claws over lots of people.

We shall see how the drama will unfolds....

Footnote: Over 10 years ago, I could never imagined that it will turn out this sour.

So How Low Can You Go?

Between reading, socializing, researching, plot-writing and psp-ing..I totally forgot about blogging.

And I don't want to comment here about the recent drama of lying, scheming and manipulating. Some people might get defensive. As always. Heh :P

Besides, I have my Private Rants. ;)

Don't worry, I'm still alive. Lucky for you, I'm still single haha

p/s I love Isabel Allende's books! Go Google. Too lazy to provide links.

Stop Faking It

You have a constant aura of putting on airs. Look how calm I am even when I'm injured! In trying too hard not to appear self-consciously cool, it comes off as false. I would have appreciated at least you acknowledging how different your "recent mishap" is, rather than you're acting like it's the most normal thing in the world. Your current condition doesn't need to apologize for, but you shouldn't pretend either.

Newsflash: I Know!

I know that you'd been lying all along. I know that you'd been lying a lot. I also know that you've been using lies as a tool for emotional blackmail. Being yourself is not enough for people to give their attention to you, is it? Oh come on! When are you going to grow out of this insecurity?

I feel sorry for some of your devoted people around you. They didn't know how much you lied to them. You spun you own web of lies and manipulated their trust for your own emotional benefit. How much further are you going to lie?

Sometimes I just want to tell it to your face that I can't stand your lying anymore. But lying is too ingrained in yourself that made it too hard for you to be honest about anything at all.

Go on and fool them but you can fool me no more. My trust on you is like butterfly wings. Fragile. Maybe your forgot, but bridging a gap will never work with lies.

Enough is enough. I beg you, stop lying. Please.

To The Things Which Continually Go Unaddressed

Hello earthlings. I am now back from Mars. Life in space was nice. Sparkling stars kept me busy. I was planning to bring those stars back to Earth but the aliens stole them away from me. And no, this is not an excuse for not blogging.


Anyhoodle, I just need to write this:

We sometimes argue and disagree because we're a bunch of different people, but we love each other more than anything. In the end, through all of our disagreements, we just pull it together because our friendship matters the most.

for mot & mia

My Personal Hero

Hi, banana pie.

This is a quick update to let you guys know that I'm still alive and kicking.

So Malaysia is celebrating her birthday today. Cool.


But have you guys ever heard of Omar Mukhtar? He's one of my personal hero.

Omar Mukhtar (Arabic عمر المختار ‘Umar Al-Mukhtār) (1862 - September 16, 1931), of the Mnifa tribe, was born in the small village of Janzour, near Tobruk in eastern Barqa (Cyrenaica). He organized and, for nearly twenty years from 1912, led native resistance to Italian control of Libya.

Mukhtar's final adversary, Italian General Rodolfo Graziani, has given a description of the Senusite leader that is not lacking in respect: "Of medium height, stout, with white hair, beard and mustache. Omar was endowed with a quick and lively intelligence; was knowledgeable in religious matters, and revealed an energetic and impetuous character, unselfish and uncompromising; ultimately, he remained very religious and poor, even though he had been one of the most important Senusist figures."

In three days, Mukhtar was tried, convicted, and, on September 14, 1931, sentenced to be hanged publicly (historians and scholars have questioned whether his trial was fair or impartial). When asked if he wished to say any last words, Mukhtar replied with a Qur'anic phrase: "From Allah we have come, and to Allah we will return." On September 16, 1931, on the orders of the Italian court and with Italian hopes that Libyan resistance would die with him, Mukhtar was hanged before his followers in the concentration camp of Solluqon

[Excerpt from Wikipedia]


Al-Fatihah.

Well, Well, Well....

Now that you've got the "advantage", I would like to see how far you'll go to justify your vindictiveness.

I have teeny bit of hope that you'll prove me wrong, though.

And we shall see....