Hmm...i wonder if people still visit this...it feels...slightly nostalgic. I used to rant about many things here. Mostly about my dark emotions. It's like...coming back to a scene of an accident or something. Well, I've moved on since then. Sort of. I'm in UKM now. Heh, i wonder why i'm even writing this, since no one even looks at this. This is...just for fun, I guess.

Here, i've seen light, and i've seen darkness. The first week...that was nothing but darkness. But slowly, slowly, light begins to shine. But whenever i feel like i found the light, darkness gets jealous and drags me back. Here, occasionally i get the feeling...the feeling that i'm...odd. An...anomaly. Ah, yes...anomaly. This word was a favourite of mine back in the first few weeks. 'Cause, that's what I was. And sometimes, I still am an anomaly.

An anomaly is an error, an oddity. But sometimes, what someone sees as odd, another sees as special. I wonder which am I in the eyes of those people. Am i some sort of freakshow? Or am i someone that's just...different? Wait, ain't those 2 the same?

Around these parts, i ain't famous, but i ain't exactly hated either (hopefully). I won't know whether or not i'm hated, since people of this new age doesn't exactly go in front of your face and say "hey, you know what? I hate your guts." No, they don't do that anymore. It's like, they played too much dota, or warcraft or something. To those who played before, it's like they like the skills 'blink' and 'backstab' a little too much. Instead of coming at you head on, people...they...we...go around people's backs and stab them, mostly without them knowing. (Well, if they knew, it wouldn't be called a backstab, now would it?)

Now, how do I know i ain't famous? simple...i don't get any dedications. mooncake festival dedications are here, and i'm getting none. Heh. Well, not like I expected any in the first place. I've learned to keep my hopes to a minimum, to minimize the eventual dissapointment. A very very important survival skill. You'll learn this from experience. Heck, I'm lucky i'm not getting weird stares and getting poked with a 3-inch stick to see what kinda being am i. I don't know...at times, I feel like...it's going pretty well, but at other times, it's like...the old negative feeling : I don't belong.

And...well, just to get this off my chest, i have someone on my mind now...but whether or not it'll become real, who knows? Right now, all i can hope is that when she sees my sms/message/anything else, she won't go "Great...what does this guy want with me again?"

Well, that's all, for now...Really, I wonder if anyone even reads this.
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