Dress up in every colour, leave your cotton socks & the cameras on

School has begun, I've been so caught up with work everything seems generally familiar to me. I think among all the units I'm taking this semester, PR Law has to be the one where I will have the most reading up to do. There are terms I'm not entirely rooting sure of so more research, here I come. 

Other than school slowing creeping control of my life, my nights are doomed by classes but the up side is, I have long weekends which I will sloth for all week just to get to laze on Fridays through to Sundays. I'm glad to say that drama hasn't yet decided to return and haunt me with its disencourgament which I try to thank for every day.


There are factors in my life which I do not feel comfortable sharing on my blog anymore because of the people who read it. I never really did care all that much about those details but even now, I don't twit about it nor do I publicise it anywhere. In a really unlikely and weird sense, I've become more private about the life I lead which by nature i'm a 1-80 oppposite. Some times I feel like my friends aren't the best people to consult either. Their passing judgements miss the actual points and they get on to this whole new spree of commanding you on what and not to do .

Don't get me wrong, I can deal with judgement, probably even redemption but I don't see the right people have to even come to judgements in the first place unless you're a judge then its a necessity now isn't it. No one has the right to critisise the decisions you make. Even if you're tempted to, keep it to yourself, nuture the judgement you have and try to emphatise with the other party. Firstly, it is your life and you have every will to do as you like. Secondly, your friends are friends with you because they love the person you are and the characteristics you carry. Thirdly, advice is very much appreciated, eternally in fact but commanding, really? Even my parents don't tell me how to live my life.

People have pressed this question at me many a times.
"Would you be friends with me if I was this or that? Or if I did this?"
I don't get why people are so insecure about what they do. Not that you shouldn't bother, you should but to a certain extent. What happened to living life the way you want to or loving the things you do? My response would be, "sure I'd always be friends with you even if you were disabled or handicapped or mentally disinclined in any way." I mean, what do you really want me to say? That I hate you for being you?

As a friend, isn't it only imperative to never judge, be understanding, accomdating, forgiving, merciful and a whole long string of wholesome qualities to others in your life? If we truly had a say in everything each and every one of us this, we'd be even more complicated and conflicted than we already are now. I guess this rant is subjective to how tired I am of getting told what's right and wrong when I truly believe that I am capable to differentiate that. My feelings are equally important as yours which is why I never trample over anyone elses. And also, I'm disappointed that my friends turned out this way. To those who honestly try, my heart does go out to you.

We say things that hurt one another, often wanting to be righteous blabbering the truth. I understand the care and concern that comes along with it but I simply can't appreciate the putting down, rubbing in, the snappy comments that follow soon after. IF I were really being critical about everyone? I'd make comments that'll mentally strip you right to the core feeling bare and vulnerable, empty, unwanted, unworthy naked on a cold quiet night. But I'd never want to hurt anyone. I don't have some inferiority complex.

Imagine if I banned you from doing, loving, having something you hold close to you. I run them over with a ten ton truck with spikes jutting out of the wheels. I'd like to see if you still love me after.

Here's a shout out to all of you from me.

xx
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