me & the norm of life.

I quotes my own instead of using other's because they couldn't show how I really feel. My life isn't as flowery & beautiful all the way as you thought. No one is. I love to write because writing is one of the best part of me, to spill rainbows and rain and everything I could either in a piece of paper or in my blog. Because it makes me feel better. Because they are nice, because they are my masterpiece & because they belongs to my thought, I delivered them from within me & I choose to open up about them in my blog. They are my babies. My thought is my babies. I sing I dance because I can because that way I could release everything I can and that way I fight against everything that against me. The tension thoughts, the tension problems, and all the bloody tensions, they are not anyone best friend. I love to read, reading is the best part of living. You read you gained some, and in order for you to generate new ideas, you need to read something, just something. Sometimes I don't speak, I choose to be quite in some occasion because I am busy inside my head, you just don't see it. Sometimes I speak too much, people begin to take advantages of me. I speak, it doesn't mean you can hanging in my life already. I am not selfish, but everyone has their limits, I keep myself away not because I am trying to eschew myself from everyone but because I don't want to put my life at risk. I photographs myself because I am not always confident in everything, every photographs I put in the webs shows a bit of my accomplishment that I have faith in me as well. I don't simply put them & went away. I have feelings, feelings are sucks but it's already part of the norm of life. I choose my pathway because I can, because I believe I was made to be happy, fight everything that has decides to crumble them. - Faith chrissabelle edward

Random thoughts

I am definitely gonna skip all the bloomy-bloomy words for intro and just get straight to the point. I'm in the mood of black and white now. It's not about just the pictures or showing off. It's about the emotion, the overwhelming emotion I have. I start thinking neutrally again because it doesn't hurt, people would say I am heartless, I disagree. I shouldn't be blogging right now as it's actually school day. I wake up early this morning, like early early to get ready for school, fully dressed, but I end up changing my mind, I went back to my bed. I'm not being lazy ass but there are definitely certain reasons why I did. It's none of anybody business. Some people have to look right on themselves in the mirror first before pointing me for my flaws, because I'm still flattering, glittering as much as always, than you the people who couldn't stand my awesomeness. I stick to whatever I want to believes in and proud to say, I didn't just say it for words, I meant it with all my soul. I am unlike any other people out there who ; stating how much they hate fake people, farting mother-loads of advises to poser saying either 'be who you are', 'you are born to be yourself, stop being fake' and most of these can be found mostly either in their Facebook statuses or whatever post, about me section etc. but the frantic part is they are the poser, they're the one whom is fake. Open your eyes and see the game there? They try to get people attention so no one knows who they really are, because they thought people would be just like 'oh this one is good, this one isn't fake'. Well-played but you can't fool me. I'm good in this. This post is actually intended for random thoughts. Having said that, I'm going to move one with the last thought. I'm definitely tired with all the bullsh*t things that happens, frequently, in everywhere I go, but thank God I still got myself under control because if I'm not, I might cut the people in the head. 

Pardon me for inappropriate words spilled, they just came right away from my thoughts and I have no control of it. After all, you're still in my territory.

Black and white

I see the world, it's not like I don't have my own eyes to see everything that happens, already or not. The world is old. Some people inside this weird atmosphere are obviously lost. They taught you how you should respond to some situation, but they didn't taught you to think about the consequences, because you should do it yourself and they thought they are being much wiser. Because what they always up for is the other way around. They taught you this they taught you that, but they didn't do it, because they're the reason to all this. Because they're monsters, voracious and their covetous bullsh*ts demon within them, eats the hell out of them. 

Last but not least, may the messages conceived, safe and sound. 

Photo credits to Rachel edward and Bernadette Edward, my soul sister. 

bored bloodsucker.

I haven't had anything fun outrageous plan these few days except for mother-loads of movies and download as many song as I desires. Hence, I thought it'd be nice to have new artwork after a very long time. I might be mentally and physically affected with the whole vampirism stuff and all. I thought I should do something with my pale visage, red lipstick/gloss is my best friend as they help concealed my pale lips. I have several people around me who think I'm obsessed with red colour, in some ways it's true. It defines me, red is lasciviously racy and sexy, red is a virtue in which I'm emotionally attached to, red is energy which increase my enthusiasm in some way. Somehow, certain human define the color negatively, but it doesn't affect me because we do not have the same taste of life, mine might be a little more interesting than yours so pardon me. This post isn't just about red color, it wasn't my intention to talk about it when I first decided to click the 'write new post' button until I thought I had to a few minutes ago. On the contrary, I was actually up to write something without a first thought and hopefully I could just write something in a fluke. I did it. Because I thought I just have to keep writing to keep posting and to keep updating my blog. I thanked my parents for bringing me in a new era where blogspot is already available, a blog is a man best friend, to some I supposed. But I'll be much grateful if I were born in the early 18th century somewhere in Romania. I will be part of the ancient, that will be much interesting. I thought I have to draft this post but if I do then my moronic siblings would rap the desktop and I would have only 10% of chances to go back to my writing in my blog. My laptop doesn't work well as the browser couldn't load well, probably because infected with demented viruses as I haven't had my anti-virus updated for such a very long time already, I am a lazy ass. There are few more words I'd like to spill here before I will be back before you know it. It's about a birthday party of my frenzy friends last week, both of them, Nikki and Tedy, really weird name because they're both guy haha we had a blast, I did to and I don't need alcohols to make it perfect. I was an alcoholic back then and I quit for almost three years now and it could be forever. I deserve big applause. Back to the birthday party, I had so much fun that night, my favorite part was the junks and mother-loads of food. I'm still an eating machine. I lose and gain, I'm blessed. There are few pictures which I'm still waiting to show in my blog. Once I got them, I'll post them here. so stay tuned. I figure that I really should be 'keek-ing' as my keek pages doesn't have any cool stuffs for now. catch mine I'd post them in my previous post, do subscribe and I'll update as many times as I can. It's quite frantic that I have tons of networking web account back then which some of them I couldn't remember and I lost their login details somewhere in my brain. I need to extinct some of them, I think I need help for that.

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