Friday - I am bored, frigging tired and limped my way to school for dance rehearsal. Came quite early, and saw mommy and daddy at YCK Station with DeniseJ. I have to give my deepest thanks to mommy, for helping me what I'm going trough. On my way to the venue for practice, went up to LJ. Talked for a while, it wasn't bad.

Got upstairs, and I had to say my apologies to him. It didn't work out.....
You know what, typing out all these apologies in every post for the last few days is probably a waste. Just remembered he can't use his PC because it had technical problems. I can't tell how sorry I am when I'm with him because he just doesn't want to. I can't sleep thinking of the situation going on, seriously. The other time, I just had to call Carin and like keep talking with her till like, very late. Then called Asyraf, he kept me accompanied the whole night till 3am. Spent the rest of my night watching TV.

Saturday - the night before, hadn't got any sleep. I felt so bad of myself that I just had to get out of home and be alone outside. From 7am - 5pm, went out to just take a walk all the way to Sembawang. Took a 3 hour train ride, to Changi, then I was like curious, took the Circle Line. Then go to Sentosa just sit down and see tourists pass LOL.

Ended up getting reprimanded by Bonda for not telling her I went out. Haiz, talked to her about what's going on lately, kinda cried, whatever.

LJ accompanied me whole night speed texting LOL. Fun erh.

TO DREAM

Its kinda funny, cause when I was a kid, I use to dream of being a doctor, to be someone capable of considering one's self as matured, or, taken seriously, to be one that could be there for friends 24/7, regardless of how difficult matters are.

But with circumstances like these, and the painful, joyous and extreme changes life has to offer, dreams sometimes just becomes a blur, or perhaps a guideline. At times, it leaps to transform itself to something even further. With each passing moment, the human's natural greed leads us to unconsciously crave to achieve.

Each day, give yourself at least a minute, and let your bold fantasies fly mischievously in your mind. "I can do it" That's all it takes, and sooner or later, reality shall manifests what had been perceived.

Me? I have a lot to think about. I too can't stand the fact that whether is that so called "dream" of mine is worth the thought. Problems with a friend, not noticed by my admirer, results are not to my expectations, and those sleepless nights. If only I could just snap my fingers and "Hey, I can do whatever I want"

A M I R U L
there's nothing wrong with his name.
He's imperfect, and so are you
Poetry, dancing and digital modeling is his thing.
He fancies piano songs
His dream? Part-time dancer
Full-time earning millions
If you think you know him,
read his blog and think again.
He's the only witness and the only
person who can judge his life.
This is his blog so click here if you hate it.
He'll be updating quite often. so do keep watch (: