Everything just feels so real now. So harsh. So correct. So deserving.

Yeah. She deserves all that's happening to her right now. Well..not to be mean, but she was the one who started everything. And..the one to destroy it. Is she slowly destroying all her friends? All the beautiful relationships she tirelessly maintained?

Yes. And I say.. She's truly suffering from the consequences of every step she has taken. Is she happy? Who cares. Nobody cares. And that's retribution. Aint it?

She's fearful of opening the door. Of carving out a similar relationship. Seriously, she should just die. Well.. Being dead is when you can really escape from everything. Not the solution though.

But I'm proud of her. For even trying. Boldly trying. Even though she had somewhat anticipated the outcome. No. It wasn't expected. But still. It's not positive.

I'm proud of her. For appearing so strong. And not constantly trying to gain sympathy. Her world's locked up for now. And the door has closed. Nobody is gonna get in. For now. Sealed.

And she has been a bad girl. Doubtful of her own thoughts and decisions. But yeah. Slash your wrist gurl!

The End.

All these crap just proves that she made the right decision. She will never ever live to regret this I bet ya. She's happy now. Truly very happy. How far will I support this statement?

All I'll say is that.. It's not a sweeping statement.

She's laughing. Laughing hard. Back to envy. Back to the real competitive world.

She doesn't fancy the dreams. Impractical. Unrealistic for a pragmatic being like her. And she doesn't approve of escapism. Never. Heck what others speak. Heck what others do.

Many better things out there to do. To keep myself occupied. Self consolation works. Momentarily. But still, it does work. I'm sick and tired. Of you acting this way. I can do nothing but to accept it. As much as I detest it.

It isn't the end of the world. Be a man. Stop using plastic bags.

Giving up doesn't mean you're weak. It just means you're strong enough to let go. (Only applicable to certain cases)

Love not for the sake of loving.
Don't worry, this will be the last time I'm ever gonna hurt you. I guess, we were never meant to be together. If we are, time will tell.

So yeah. Were all the LOLs a facade? Hmm.. I don't know. No strong feeling(s) felt.

Covering them up perhaps? To an extent that I don't even know if it exists.

Vague. Yeah.

Grill the chicken dude!

Taz.

Escapism is worse than making the wrong decision.

To escape for a while may be helpful. But there's a limit to everything.

Don't live in the shadows of reality. Face it if it happens. Live in reality itself. I guess that's the only way to combat it.

It may be painful to some. But anything which doesn't kill you will only make you stronger.

I don't wanna be a kite. I wanna be like the bird. Random-ness rules.

Okaye. So I'm back from Tasmania. Cold place. Beautiful island. The experience was awesome. Like none other. A million times better than the conference last year to be honest. Bonds formed..required hard work. Effort was put in. Now..the strong bonds are difficult to even weaken, let alone be broken. This made the tears flow..flow into reality. Separation is inevitable I know. The past week was incredible. I miss Cindy.. T_T

Anyway, I'm sick of words. Let the pictures do the talking this time before I end this post..

Rainbows are pretty common in Tas.

Don't they look delicious? EEK.

At an exhibition.

My adopted 'son'. With the mic. Kinda spastic but yeah.

Michelle in the foreground; Cindy in the bg. From tw.

HT. My xiu di di.

Say 'YO!'

To conclude, this trip was the ultimate injury prone trip for me. It was kinda horrendous and I shan't elaborate much. The boarding sch was cool. Games room, pool table, table tennis, basketball courts, soccer field, SING STAR! We sang a lot man. I took 300 over pictures with my darling phone. It worked well. I've kept all those precious memories in my tiny little box. Nope..hmm..actually..it's a ziploc bag.

Now I'm back into reality. Can't defy it. There's just this fixed way of my life planned out for me and that's called reality. I have to live it till the day I'm strong enough to rebel against it. Back to my hol h/w.

Taz.