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"Anger is nothing but fire,just like any fire.It doesn't just burns the intended,but also the bearer.It consumes everything in its path,leaving nothing but the ashes of sadness and hurt,but underneath those ashes,are embers,embers of hatred and resentment,just waiting,for an opportunity to ignite"

"Humans over complicate things.Thing that are actually simple tend to be so hard,
"That assignment is so hard,I have to do research in the library and...",
"I wanna leave my boyfriend but he's the only one who's been there for me but...",
"Mak nak buat kerja susahlah,nanti mak nak jalan sini sana...".
Its always comes down to a yes or no.Yes or no? Choose,its not that hard,or let fate choose and then regret not choosing.Take your pick.What makes choices hard is that we think so much of others,not that its wrong,being considerate is always a noble value,but its not their choice,its our choice."

"We blindfold ourselves throughout our entire life.We see a problem and blindfold in hopes that it'll go away.We see our mistakes and blindfold to make it'll all just be a distant memory.We see our faults and blindfold in hopes that it'll will correct itself.It won't.We have to learn to take off our blindfolds and acknowledge whatever it is that needed to be.Only then can we move on."

"Now i know why i hate so much about endings.It doesn't matter a book or a movie or a game,it doesn't matter...well...not too much if the ending is sad or happy,i just don't like it anyhow.Its the void that is left after an ending that i hate so.Its the prospect of nothingness after an ending that makes me feel so...well i don't know...sad maybe.That's why i hate beginnings too,for the ending that comes in tow with the void."

"One thing that i always hope to,when i grow up is to never become a shadow of my father.I don't know why i resent him so,maybe is his 'effective' ways towards bringing me up,or maybe his temper,which,i hate to say is passed down the gene pool,or maybe just the nonexistent relationship we have.But one thing is for sure somehow,as much as i may not like him,i must thank him...for making me what i am now (i believe i could have turned just the same without...well you get the idea) and for showing me what i shouldn't be when i grow up.Thanks dad."

"Its funny how words can make you so sad to the point of suicide and so happy to the point of flying of to heaven.Well,i have my fair share of both...well maybe the first one is a tad bit to much but then,who cares anyway.Not you i suppose.
Urgh,still a bit bitter over the comment,a comment,one of many,of me being friends with girls.What the *insert vulgar word here* is wrong? Am i such an abomination towards nature just by being friends with girls,huh? If so,there are much worst things that people do to girls than just being friends.So what,its natural,right,so its okay,is it? What i do maybe is out of the natural norm of men society (i doubt it),but i know its not wrong as long as i know my boundaries.
See when people just be the same,they just become worse in the end,so i think that being different is not unnatural,but nature itself.If humans didn't become different,would they be on top of the food chain now? So now,at humans most hour of need,we need to be different.What is different but another form of change?"

"Pushing yourself to be better is good,but trying to mimic perfection (i.e God) is never good.We have to continue to improve,yet appreciate what we have.Being better is not about achieving above the success of others but achieving above ourselves before.
-For my sister,who i think is the best in the world,no matter what anyone thinks
*cough* my father *cough* "

Forgetful.

"Forget.One of humans flaws.Humans forget the darnest things,like car keys and that book you we're reading,to wedding anniversaries and that important life-changing meeting.Yes,i too,am only human,prone to this flaw once in a while,but how could i forget something that important? How could i forget that?My only answer is that i don't want to.My past is not something i want to remember and unfortunately,you're there.And to me,you're already gone,to a place far away and never to return.So,please,do me a favor,go away,let my memory of you be what that was,not that is,and if i don't say anything,its not that i don't care to,is that i don't want to,my memory wants you but only there,nothing more. So,if you miss the old me,remember me for what i was,not what I am,hope that i will remember you and want you in my life,but unfortunately,i wouldn't hope for a rock to turn to water"