Copy much?

I think someone just copied my quote/phrase/line.

And she was the one who complained about someone copying her.

Yes, I know that particular term and expression is commonly used by writers, but using the exact same words? Use your creativity a little.

I am rather annoyed.

Pain in the Neck

I just realized something.

The more I hang out with a person, the higher the risk of hurting him/her and get backfired.
I find myself not causing pain to anyone I rarely meet, or the ones I could only interact via internet. Maybe it is because they are too far away to criticize what I do and not near enough to become a victim of my venom.

Maybe it is that they could not observe me every day, unlike my fellow comrades.
They lack exposure to my real life self.

I know what to do.

I will just hang around with them when it comes to course work, but when it comes to leisure time I should not join them. Better that way than to continue being a pain in the neck.

I will walk alone.

Pretense

I just realized something.

I'd rather have someone pretending that they're okay with me than knowing that they dislike me and avoid me for that.

I know the one of the persons who shares the room with me dislikes me (or the other), but that did not mean we had to be mutual foes.

I know I hurt someone for saying someting harsh, but the subject had nothing to do with her. I do feel guilty, but I am too ego to seek forgiveness. My ego says she misunderstood, and it is her fault. My guilt says it is my fault for not choosing the right words.

but that does not mean we should not interact when we meet face to face.
It hurts me even more.

Hell, it is my fault to begin with.

Unnecessary Noise II

I yet again unlucky, to have shared a room with another loudmouth. Whose loudness amplify with the presence of another friend. I do not mind outgoing people. But I do mind when they did not bother keeping their voices down when I was trying to indulge in my sleep. And my plan to be awake in the darkest period of the new day was ruined for I could not sleep in a proper way due to outside interruptions.

The lover called. Hold on. There were two of them.

No matter which one, and on the phone, there was not a single consideration of how much other roommates would hear. It disgusted me to hear the softened voice when talking to the spouse, and it bothers me to hear a dumb arguement with another spouse. Please get a room if you want to be all lovey dovey. I have sensitive ears.

If this blog is too emo for you...

then get the fuck out of here.
This is no place for you to be nice to me.
This blog is reserved for my negative side, and for those who are able to accept my obscure thoughts no matter how much they disagree. I would love to hear from someone who is able to sync with this side of me, than trying to destruct my omnious wavelength.

Yes, it annoys me to receive consolation when I am not asking for it. It hurts me even more when someone is trying to pour sweet when I'm being sour. If you read my emo posts, and feel like neutralizing it, please refrain from doing so. For this side of me would rather not listen. My normal mode would rather not talk about it.

I allow you to read, but just to let you see from the eyes of a person with dual personality.

Please proceed to http://ninjasesat.blogspot.com if you cannot stand me - the Darkside.

Faces

I do not understand why one has to decorate their sites or blogs or greeting cards with their faces.
I think it ruins the beauty of the layout. Unless it's done professionally... otherwise, you are just being downright narcisstic. Which, for me, is a bad thing.

I do not mind galleries, but putting your face all over your page is ridiculous.

Not in Anyone's Heart

I was once accused for being close to a certain someone. My attachment was questioned when I was being negative about the party planning (as mentioned in previous post). Since when was I close to her? It only looked as if we were close, but no. Her best friend is someone else. Not me.

Deep down inside I wished that we were a trio. But they had been closer to each other for two years, and I was merely the other person who comes and go occassionally. A temporary member of their partnership. The best friend was the first to shove a gift under her nose, while here I was being accused for being her closest friend. When in reality that certain someone gets along well with everyone.

The picture that she treasured most - I was not in there. There I was requesting someone to take a picture of the three of us. If it wasn't for that vulgar sign, it comes out as a lovely picture. Now I looked at it and feel a slight prick in my heart.

I have always known that I do not belong in anyone's heart. Perhaps I think I know where my place is, but I cannot be too sure. I guess I am better off alone....