This is my final goodbye to blogger. I will not be writing here anymore. Will figure out a way to save all my posts before shutting down / deleting this blog and all those that I've used over the years.
Thank you blogger for being my outlet to let off steam or simply being a space to let me air my random musings occasionally (or sporadically). I'm moving on...
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Monday, January 2, 2012
Hello 2012
The new year got off to a rough start. I had a lousy first day of the year.
I did a lot of thinking recently.
Is the adage "promises are meant to be broken" true? The term "janji melayu" is true definitely.. implying that promises made by people of the malay race are usually not kept.
I hate drunks. Or is the proper word "drunkard"? Is it alright that you can do and say whatever you want just because you are under the influence of alcohol? Is it alright to throw caution and sense to the four winds and hurt other people's feelings just because you're too inebriated to know the difference between right and wrong?
How many promises need to be broken before it's really, really too late? Nevermore! - quoth the raven.
My heart is dying by degrees... I feel really cold, empty and lonely inside. You can assure a thousand times, using a million words, through a hundred deeds but I know history will repeat itself.
It just did.
I did a lot of thinking recently.
Is the adage "promises are meant to be broken" true? The term "janji melayu" is true definitely.. implying that promises made by people of the malay race are usually not kept.
I hate drunks. Or is the proper word "drunkard"? Is it alright that you can do and say whatever you want just because you are under the influence of alcohol? Is it alright to throw caution and sense to the four winds and hurt other people's feelings just because you're too inebriated to know the difference between right and wrong?
How many promises need to be broken before it's really, really too late? Nevermore! - quoth the raven.
My heart is dying by degrees... I feel really cold, empty and lonely inside. You can assure a thousand times, using a million words, through a hundred deeds but I know history will repeat itself.
It just did.
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