In order to keep the integrity of myself and being true, maybe there must be a way to keep it private.

Weekend

So it brings me all together, sitting in my laptop, typing...

1. So I guess I had a very interesting weekend whereas I went to UCLA to meet up with my friends and then had fun while we're at it.

2. I went clubbing, but this time, it was more of the fact that I was networking with a more professional group with a unprofessional scene.

3. I went to get a more taste of LA

4. Found out that my friend was mad at me on Facebook.


I think I really owe him an apology, for the event of my other friend asking me to look up certain information about a particular person just for fun. Although the whole data mining with a person is legal and not an invasion of privacy, it does carry a negative effect of exposing someone at the most inappropriate time. I feel that I did miscarried that part improperly. It was an immature act, of the whole high school friends, you tend to forget your boundaries because you guys are so close with each other and you fool around with each other too often. There is a part where you would HATE to make people misunderstand you.

"So far, I think it is worth paying, for that price."

There is so much mixed feelings of bitter and sweet. The experiences remind me of this time where I am pulled away by the ambivalent in part. I feel that I have not protected my friends and myself, while looking over for my own blind folded illness of infatuation. I have now destroyed that inferiority of being that person with an consistent believer. I have become the believer and the abiding person that would not let history repeat itself; one way to do that is to slay those who would affect your performance and not allow anyone to sway you away from your own believes. The whole deal is a part of history and a part of a learning process. While the emancipation is won with beautiful colors, the casualties resembles the value of how much such a breakthrough is worth. So far, I think it is worth paying, for that negligible price.

The woe is me, is the most unattractiveness of a man. The lies that leads you astray from your integrity, is the most unattractiveness of a man. However, the light that shines and the willingness to open your pages of your book would heal such horrifying scar. A scar, with a truthful story behind it, is the most attractive and astonishing individual painting constructed, that can never be distorted by anyone ever.

Sheltered

I wonder if anyone have this feeling of wondering, “is it just me?” I find that rather quiet amusing, maybe it is just me -_-“ However, mind would I also mention that it wouldn’t be just me, because there are so many things!! WAHHH! I forgot to pay my bills!

MIA