Sometimes, it is amazing how small things in life can cause such a big difference. It would be partially a lie if I said that I did not enjoy the day today. Yes, still those boring 4 hours of 2 lectures where I get to sit through it without getting up and earning some butt and back aches all while trying not to doze off the lecture. But then the 2 guy and 1 female friends made my day even though I am the one doing the joking.

God, they are so lovable.

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at 5:17 PM.

"The eyes are the window of the soul, the mouth the door." I don't know what you guys think about the second part of the sentence, but I got to agree with the first part of it.

The eyes truly tell us one's emotion. I'm sure by experience, we all have seen people who smile that genuinely but the eyes are telling us they are heartbroken, depressed and sad. People that trick others into a series of deception with their face full of pleasure and yet the eyes aren't truly smiling. People who tried to contain a laugh but their eyes gave away their signs of amusement.

In love stories, romantic parts always speak of lovers' looking into each other's eyes. Not melodramatic, but sweet enough to understand that their feelings for each other. Liars shift their glances to look anywhere but the person they are lying to and that also goes for embarrassment; events in which the party doesn't want to let others known of their thinking, all which is lied just in their eyes.

Eyes allow us to see the world and also the world to look into us.

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at 9:46 PM.

Why should we stop and wait for others? People that came from different places, surround and environment to go to different destination, direction and purpose. We all aboard this transport called life, aiming for our dream(s) come true. And heck all of us, including our loved ones, had different path to go.

But, they make the journey in the transport called life more tolerable and enjoyable.

And you know what, reach for your collarbone then move a bit lower just touch the flesh below it. Stretch your hands out apart, touching it with the middle finger and thumb on each side of the flesh. Massage it ^^

Does it hurts?

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at 8:13 PM.

I admire authors, they got enough patience to actually write out what they wanted. I gave up at chapter one; maybe I should start taking it slowly, because writer usually take 1 months to get 1-2 chapters out. But damn, how long I need to write to get MY story out. ( > . < )

I never believed someone to have true side and fake side of personality, or certain fixed personality, or even inner self and outer self. Humans are more like they are what they want; if they want to be shy then be shy, if they feel like being playful then so be it. That's why people change! Because point of view changes, they start to see things in a different way.

I always hate people saying, "I like your past self better". I feel like smacking a reply right back into their face, "Then please stay in the past, I want to go on to the present". Don't love me because I am this this this and that, love me because I am me. Even I had change; memories, relationship, that amount of emotion don't.

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at 2:54 PM.

Do admit that people crave attention time to time and yes, I ADMIT just because I can and are frank enough to.

Today I got no philosophical point of view to share, just some real childish ranting about how tiring my day is and that I'm going to turn in early to bed for tomorrow's school. This was mainly due to the mathematics lecture which I will never blame the lecturer on, because it is my fault for being disinterested in it. Plus the brain cell damaging cell biology topic of cell division, even though I had some the basics during Secondary. But still, as mind damaging as ever.

I really need to find some alone time to chill out and maybe do some shopping for t-shirt and jeans because Poly just need that many to wear. <3 the red domo t-shirt I bought anyways.

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at 9:54 PM.

Oh god, how long has it been since I ever had a place and chance to keep ranting to my heart's content. Welcome to my new blog, apparently you can see that by observing the emptiness of this webpage. And, beware, I get real emotional behind the thin piece of computer screen because I'm letting my hands do the talking.

Actions speak louder than words, then is this blog words or actions? I'm typing, but what comes out is words. How about this, I hurt you deeply with words then take a bow to apologise after that. Which is more impactful?

We tend to copy without thinking, agree without questioning. Following a orderly manner because 1 + 1 = 2, what if the 1 is simply a rounded up number? maybe 1.48475 and 1.49735? Then is it still 2?

Seriously, can't we use stop and ponder these what we used to think as little things. Maybe talk causally over a cup of tea or coffee, debate and understand the different points of views on a matter. Then, agreeing with each other and also your own answer with equal respect. Isn't it better?

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at 9:24 PM.