This is out of boredom and eagerness to write something before actually going on a internet hiatus (mungkin) in order to indulge reading Trainspotting (Irvine Welsh) I’m only through the first twenty pages but I kept laughing every five minutes. It’s hilarious, and sad, in many different ways. In thick Scottish accent. It’s a kinda feeling you get when you read To Kill A Mockingbird. Except that it’s about doing heroin instead of childhood innocence and scary neighbours (they’re called cunts instead)
I’m in a good mood since morning, save for my lips are a little chapped, so what the heck.
It is September after all, the month of supremacy.
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Sometimes, I could be the largest ignorant in the world when it comes to trivial things like ironing every inch of your shirt, or whether you should write properly for a submitted homework, or why people like to fuss over different styles of wearing tudung. It puzzles me, actually. Because I couldn’t be bothered.
I don’t see the point, really, whether people would care if you’d wear green or purple, whether you’d have different hairstyles, and so on, and so forth. They’d notice, yes, but they won’t care. Even if they do, it wouldn’t last more than a minute. Or only a friendly gesture like “Oh, cool shirt dude” and you’d go thinking about it for weeks. As if you’d get a fucking medal. Naturally, I don’t give an inkling.
This may, in effect, contribute to the fact that I get bored most of the time when surrounded by a lot of normal people, in classes, and hanging out with the same people (it doesn’t matter who). But I’m trying to be more decent. Every single effing day.
Perhaps I do, actually care, you know. But I shall always regard many things as unimportant, because what matters most is the idea, and not the presentation. But of course, a presentation/action of an idea/thought, must convey the greatness of an idea, in order for people to appreciate/understand what is to be conveyed, but in that aspect, I fail miserably.
This failure of mine, in return, results in such awkwardness, tactlessness, indifference, boorishness, incoherence, sarcasm, and all that shite.
Because I know, deep in my own consciousness, that I have a real different conception on morality, that it tortures me whenever I don’t feel guilt over anything I say, do, or think. Lack of remorse, they say. There’s an actual term for it, actuallyLike the stereotypical idiom goes, as we can imply here, I “see things in a different light”. Ugh.
So when you finally care, you don’t really look like it. You end up offending people, undermining them, confuse them, make them go wtf, and whatever comes next.
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mai,u sound exactly like dr borges.(chekgu socio ak).ppl just dont care.true.live life true what we feel,what we are n what we wanna be.heh.selamat hr ulangtahun kelahiran.may Allah bless u.
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owh birthday? live for no one, and you'll be happy
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aku sejak awal tahun lagi berazam jadi lebih decent. mungkin dah berjaya, sedikit. bukan sebab nak \”fit in\”, because i know, that there's no pleasing everyone, tapi sebab aku mahu, secara jujurnya, to change how i perceive things, no matter how much i love and cherish it. because i want to be Seymour Glass instead of Holden Caulfield. (untuk sesiapa yang baca semua buku Salinger)syazana, birthday kita berdua kan ESOK, bukan hari ini. jackster, aku hidup untuk mencari absolute truth, sambil jadi orang yang significant pada orang lain (saving them, perhaps). selepas itu, aku baru boleh jadi gembira selama-lamanya, mungkin.
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great, then.
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kecelaruan masa.u'll clbr8 urs 1st i guess.mine is 12 hrs later.hah itu x pentng.okay.oh I nvr touch any books that u mentioned.i'll get one iA.sepertinya menarik.
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i beg to differ. wat matter de most are both presentation and de idea.cause sometaim though its only a simple idea, but if yu present it well(persuasive enough.~), it might worth it, compare to those great idea but lack of elaboration.but then, yeah. different ways of viewing things. but ai like de idea of going against those typical thinker. ;p
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oh anthr thng.hopefully u'll find the abolute TRUTH that ure searching for.iA.=)sometimes good things need times.i bet every1 is searching theirs too.u're x alone.me still.membebel gile!
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oh, so MAI. bwhehe. kadang kadang aku rase macam aku tahu banyak gile je pasal kau.ghaaa,
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is something bothering you…?does the fact that you don't care much about everything is making you uncomfortable, even by just a tiny little bit?i'm curious…do you recognise it on your own…or someone told you about it…because apparently…the particular fact is worthy enough for you to write a particular blog entry about it…notwithstanding the fact that you said you don't care nothing about almost everything…i guess this fact is worhty enough for your attention eh?if you recognise this fact on your own…i will conclude that you're just showing off to them arses out there that you're not that bloody oblivious…what i'm curious about…is whether someone told you about your obliviousness and ignorance…and it somehow get to you…you decided that it's time to change…i'm just curious to know who could that person be…that or I'm just thinking way too much about things…
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As i said, i don't care much about trivial things. but at the same time, it does make me wonder why they care about those stuff. so either they're too bothered about everything and everyone and first impressions and perceptions, or maybe i'm the one at fault. Meaning that maybe there's really something wrong with me. i care as much as other people, it's just that i don't do anything about it, because well, it's unimportant, and irrelevent.But when i decide i should care, because it does get to me to see other people so… fussy and insecure and all that shite, well yeah, all those tactlessness happens.No one told me. ^_^No one told me.
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