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Saturday, 18 February 2017

Love stories are sometimes pathetic.

So finally i decided to get my lazy self to continue writing.

And here is my story...

I was an ordinary girl with an ordinary face, a plump body and not so genius girl. Everything was fine and cool and all those happy typical moments that you saw in the movies like I was a girl with loads of foods, funny friends and good grade, well at least i didn’t fail you know. So I considered my grade is good, not that great but it was good enough to avoid me from torturing my ears with my parents’ nagging. 

And then one day I decided to fall in love.

I remembered that first time I met him. I was 10 years old at that time. Too young to fall in love. Too young too dumb to realised. I know. I was sitting at the back of the classroom and he sat at the front of the classroom. I was talking with my friends, talking about that song that went viral during those days. That frickin ketchup song. So I was dancing, moving my head, my hands and my whole body following the steps of the ketchup’s dance and he was looking straight at me with an idiotic smile on his face. He was looking straight at me and with the grin on his face, he followed my dance and continued talking with his friends. MY HEART FELL AT THAT MOMENT, my stupid little heart decided to fall in love. That was my first memory of him.

So, we currently had finished our mid term examination and I got first place. The homeroom teacher, Ms. Rose tend to fix our sits according to ranks. Since I got the first place, she put me in front of the classroom..and in front of the teacher’s desk. Damn I hate that sit so much because you couldn’t sleep because the teacher fecking sit in front of you ergh. But then again, surprise me lord of love my crush got second place in class and was ordered to sit beside me holy love in the air *sprinkled roses in air*

And that was it. My love story ended just like that because my crush got another crush and I moved away to another state. Some love stories are just pathetic, just like mine.

Friday, 10 February 2017

Thing about love is, it is unpredictable

Love. Love is a powerful word. Can make a person lost his appetite, can make a person do fatuous things, can make a person forgets his own misery and sometimes the cause of a person misery. As a normal person, feeling love is essential in this world. Love is like an element for a person to stay as a person.

With love there wil be new life, and with love too can end a person’s life.

on a person’s definition of love.\

Some might say that “if you love her, then you let her go” while some say that “if you love her get her”

Love is a beautiful thing. 

Sometimes, it pains me to see that because of love some people choose to end lifes, some choose to be bad. When love turns into something evil, it is no longer love it is called obsession. When you love something, you wouldn’t have the heart to hurt it.

You want other people to love you, to see the beauty in your flaws, to see perfection in imperfection, to feel the butterflies when they see you but 

then again 

do you love you?

People cannot love you, unless you learn to love yourself. You need to be proud of who you are. You can shine no matter what kind of a person you are as long as you accept yourself.

I know loving who we are is not as easy as we thought because we know what are our weaknesses, what are flaws, what things that bring us down but as long as you endure it you will be fine. I know. I have been there.