2nd life

I’m not exactly getting sick of emo posts nor do i look at them and wallow in self-pity.
Now i think of them and i feel that i’ve been wasting too much time. There are alot of things my parents have taught us. to be thrifty to save to plan to excel to love yourself to love others to be filial to respect others to respect yourself to not sell out to fight to have faith.

And even though I choose to believe some of these fell upon deaf ears to this particular person, i feel that they have taught me well enough. The only thing, they didn’t teach, was how to have fun.

And yes, one more. sex education. they totally missed out on that. so damn important but being the conventional them, they prob found it hard to start. 

That aside, been out with this particular cute friend of mine till now, even though i have a presentation early tmr. the sole intention was to keep him accompany to half his sadness and hopefully alleviate his pain, but then again, with him telling me stories of his interesting life and never ending hierarchy of lovey rs, it make me feel that my life is yet again, empty.

Empty because I was too enveloped in my little own world too selfish to let go of myself and too timid to step out.. too blinded by the past and way too affected for the longest time. perhaps, with all these emotional super-ups and super-downs for the past 3 months, sth is tryin to tell me sth..an end has to come. 

but after all these reflections, i still don’t feel like going home. This, has been one of the hardest thing im tryin to cope with. yet now i know, im unhappy now cos i was robbed of my happiness, im gonna take it back and live like a cat.. -.-

carefree cos they have 9 lives, myth or not, even if I fall, i believe i can stand up again, this 2nd life will be better. and more exciting.