School is random, love can also be random.

some kids in my school are riot, they seemed to be brainwashed and obsessed becoming one of the boho popular team. we have the whole concept of popularity backward. we imagine it as a small and exclusive club of people we idolize or envy. but most of popular people are hated by the majority. they tend to be a little too outspoken and selfish, egocentric and had a tons of henchman or followers. so, if you are despised by everyone outside your little clique, and liked only by those inside it, you are vastly unpopular by any objective measure. aneh, malah jadi norak. the key to ultimate popularity isn't to be loved or envied by as many as people as possible but to be loved or envied by the right people, i understood this instinctively. whatsoever about the kids inside my school, they sucks. a few months more and i'll leave :D i don't really have a bestfriend, but i do have an enemy. the great thing about having an enemy is that you know exactly where that person stands. you can't be surprised by a backstab because you know always to be on your guard. in fact, their opposition to you actually helps to make you sharper, by forcing you to justify your own actions and opinions, sometimes even to yourself. if you want sympathy, look for a friend, but if you want honesty, an enemy might be the best friend you ever had :p

now listening to david choi's by my side, kept on playing it thousand times.

so, do you have one of your most favourite love song? like a tune you can't get out of your head no matter how hard you try, love is something you can't get out of your heart. you become trapped in an emotional cul de sac hahaha i mean dead end, going round and round and ending up exactly where you started. breaking free, or not, is usually determined by whether you want to get somewhere slowly or nowhere fast. kudo for kesha, love is really a drug. falling in love is a transformational but not always in the ways that we hope. you go from being a whole person to being a half a relationship, sometimes losing a large part of yourself in the process. unfortunately, it is almost always the secure, self-assured part that turns up missing. but the real trouble begins when you need another person to help you find it. love is never quite what you expected.

that's it, had written a lot, and so sorry for all of you who couldn't enter my previous blog, again, sorry.