You know,they say, when you say it so many times, it'll eventually happen.

You're not afraid of heights.

I have a problem with people who talk(msn)/text me like this : you buat pew tuew. x gi manew2 kew? hiihihi. Our language is effed up enough , you dont need to make it a lot worse. Fine if you want to, but don't count me in. I find it really annoying. You want to text me, you text me properly. I'm not asking for bombastic vocabs or perfect english ( though at times it kills me ) , or even in full spelling like : you buat apa itu? tak pergi mana-mana ke?. Thats our kind of way, IT Geek and I, but then again from others, I'd atleast expect : u buat pe tu? x gi mana2?. Short form sudah. Acceptable. You really dont have to put add-ons to what needs not to be added.

You're not afraid of heights.

My brother made me dinner tonight.We've been home alone since last night. After the whole week of cooking for them boys while mum was not around, I find myself pretty good in the kitchen now. Heh heh. I find it appealing for a man who knows how to cook instead of just leaving all the housework to the ladies. My brother certainly got it from dad. 

You're not afraid of heights.

I really dont know what the heck has got into me, but I'm really bad with dates nowadays. Not dates, dates. I meant, date as in = 12th of June 2009. I thought I'd be finishing exams on the 19th of June, only to find it clearly stated on my timetable the 17th of June. Don't worry hun, our date on the 19th is still on, incase you read this :)

You're not afraid of heights.

Barack Obama's speech seems so promising as always. I can't help but to have mixed feelings. More towards sceptical though. Like being in love, you know? It starts all lovey and certain, but as time grows on you, it kinda destroys it. Especially one that involves 'power & new influence'. For a man like Obama, I hope the change he promised us, wont change his original intention of what he believed in before power was bestowed upon him. People tend to change, you know? Crave for attention, for fame, wanting to be known so badly, all that kind seems to hit so close to home. My home, that is.

You're not afraid of heights.

Few weeks back I tumbled upon a blogpage that caught my attention. The way her thoughts flow, and the way she writes, was just mysteriously inviting. She uses BM as her way of interacting, which is perfectly fine to me. Like I said, I have no problems with those bloggers typing in what ever language they want to but I can never stand the add-ons still. Hers was not only in BM, but it was the kind that was more towards literature. With her sharp usage of metaphors, every now and then, it kinda made me want to know more of her. I then realized how deep in a hole she was in. How her pain that she tried so hard to hide from others became much more evident to those who wanted to be close to her, which then always end up leaving her on her own. She's difficult to handle, at times I myself couldn't stand her harsh replies towards those who actually cared for her, but I can't really blame her for that. A girl, deprived of learning what its like to love and be loved, broken family,who has had a terrible experience one can ever imagine. She tends to shut people off whenever they got too attached. I spent close to two hours in her zone. Only to find pain creeping in my chest as an aftermath. That, was strong. But who am I to judge? We can be reading others, following their blog anonymously, thinking that we know how they function. But you might want to think again.

You're not afraid of heights.

Babble babble babble. 

You're not afraid of heights.

I'm pretty normal, you know? I am happy and I get hurt at times over things. But I know life wont stop for anyone. You can be sad, you can be happy, you can choose to be both if you want, but never stop living life to what it is. Believe that all things happen for a reason, and that it will never always go our way. Sometimes the beauty, is in the attempt. Sometimes, it is important to just play along rather than go against the game. Be ready for the consequences of the choices you make. Never, take people for granted. Because once they decide they had enough of your shits and leave for good, they won't come back the same way. Even if they did, they won't come back the same.

You're not afraid of heights.

So there you go. I don't know what I'll call this. But everytime I feel like I've lost the sense in blogging, it ends up being lengthy. But really, I'm losing it.


I AM NOT AFRAID OF HEIGHTS.