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Leave Out All The Rest by Linkin Park

Its a few days before Christmas, but I do not feel the least bit festive. There is no good cheer, no good mood and the weather is so nice that I want to shoot the weather report writer. I guess in the tropics and in a country smaller than some large cities... How much can I honestly expect? Anyway, I will not be talking about my Malaysia trip as that is a cosplay event and you can jolly well go to my cosplay blog to read about it. Its the same URL as this, except that its located at WordPress instead of Blogger. This post, is about me.

Yes, I am a flawed person, like everyone else including Jesus Christ, Mother Teresa and Hitler. Not funny. I'm just not famous, nor infamous. I'm an obscure and insignificant existance on the face of this earth, except maybe to the ant I just squished under size8 foot. To that ant I'm probably a murderer. As you can tell, I'm a wee bit sleepy, which is why there's an overload of terrible self-depreciating humour. To those who think that my blog is emo-shit, I'd like to remind you that this is an online blog. Everything that you read here tend to be in proper grammatical sentences (as far as possible) and is of a tone that is more formal than most blogs. I cant bring myself to type liek dis cause i think its bloddy irritatin 2 read abbrv on a blog.  So if you will excuse my spelling, I'd like to type posts that would not give my English teachers an anueryism. So if you think it is 'emo' it is most probably the language I choose to use. Its practice. I treat every single blog post like an essay of its own. Come on, respect language. If you don't use it properly, it will come back and bite you on the ass later when you need to construct grammatically sound sentences with variations in vocabulary. Ok, I have digressed into language. I apologise for the constant lecturing, I often assume that my readers are minor idiots, although it is unlikely to be true most of the time. No offense to those with a substantial understanding and linguistic maturity. You will have to bear with me for the sake of those at the bottom of the pyramid.

So am I really being all depressed? Rather than depressed, I'd think I'm slightly irritated and disgruntled. I was deluded into thinking that I was mature when I'm still just a kid. There are still so many areas that I like maturity in, and my immaturity shows when I'm being pushed to the limit. ARGH. I need to grow up faster, or I'll be in trouble. Not trouble trouble, but rather, life will be more difficult than necessary. And I really do not like troublesome things. Its not that I think I'm absoultely childish, hell no. More of this feeling that I lack the experience and capability to react optimally in times of trouble. I'm okay if the problem is not mine. I can function fine if its more of a daily thing. Yet, when I'm alone and when the going gets tough, I lack the knowledge and as I said experience. Yes, experience... Something that only time and opportunity can give me. Sigh.

Oh yeah. YES I'M LOUD. You have a problem with that? Hmph. If there's one thing I've learnt, its that if you don't make noise, no one will hear you. Not that its an excuse to be a nag nor a reason to chatter endlessly... But regardless, Its my way of letting myself be heard.

" We all have to give and take, but when you're doing too much of either... We should shoot the person screwing with the balance."