Back to Reality

I don't wanna but I gotta. It's time to face the music, beeyotch. Gotta get school things sorted out. Work will be insanely hectic, and with new things coming my way. I'm pretty much excited already. I have tons of idea to share with people who are willing to work with me and of course, laying out possible things to do ahead. 

There's this thing where I noticed that people will keep copying others, but I gotta stay ahead to stay in the game. I guess, I gotta learn to make quick decisions, take risks and be distinctive already. I'm not saying I'm the best or I don't copy people but it's funny to see copycats who are like an exact carbon-copy of you. It's not flattering anymore, it's annoying. From your photos, to your writing style and even the layout of your post. Did I mention that there's this girl I knew last time who copy pasted my WHOLE blogpost and made it her own (and I found another one girl who did also after that too). Copying physical appearance or style is a different story altogether. That one I can't say much I'm just gonna say it's a 'get inspired' kind of thing.

Here's a random photo at the skatepark, without makeup and being all nerdy. Yes, I'm a huge dork rolled into a ball of random nonsensical being. I will go bare and back to my basics for you to see (but with clothes on la ok) at times, so that it's a reminder that I'm still an average jane you walk past on the streets.

I won't make a disclaimer saying that I'm all real, cause I know I can fake niceness when I need to.
I won't say that I'm the nicest, cause I will bitch when I feel like to.
I won't claim that I've got flair, cause there's tons of other people who does, I'm just trying my luck.
I won't say that I have talent, I'm pushing myself to do things I've never done.
I won't say I'm a famous blogger, I'm far from being that and it's not something I choose to make a living with.
I won't say that I'm all perfectly diplomatic, cause you will see that I get angry, pissed, sad, and emotionally unstable at times too.

If you think I'm all these things, then have a look at yourself. Are you perfect? Cause I'm definitely not.

I'm just doing what I love, but I hate it when people say it's not worth it. Cause how would you know that it's not unless you try, right? I've too many people telling me how to do things when I'm the type that's stubborn enough to do things my way and so what if I fall? Let it be, it'll bleed and leave a scab, but it will heal. The scar is to remind you of that time, so either you look back and appreciate the times that shaped you this way, or as a reminder to not go there again.

Eh, apa aku merapu dah ni?


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