*~The Rules of a Third Party~*

Someone asked me. "Why do people blog if blogging is like writing a diary? You don't just show anyone your diary right..". I told him blogging is more like writing selective secrets, writing some La-Thoughts, to keep each other intact in the round bubble, marking down some happy moments, and to spill your feelings out. And so he was very sure that I own a blog and asked for the link to see if my blog is like those " i bought a damn cheap high heels today" kind of blogs, which he thinks is a complete nuisance.

Of course I die die also won't give him my blog link right?




Today is a spilling feelings and non-selective secrets session.

Since I have yet to accomplish my dreams in [not bothering what people thought of you] and [think before you speak], I created some rules for myself as being a 3rd party.

1. Do not start a topic which relate to somebody else.
2. Do not join in those topics even if you didn't start the conversation. You are not an expert. They don't need your opinions. Just listen if you want to kepo.
3. Do not tell other people about the contents of the topic.
4. It is better to forget about the contents and keep some spaces for other useful information, rather than having bias opinion over that poor dude.

Though I didn't make these rules my own way and when different people with different opinions came out discussing about the small thing I've said, I just feel like zipping my big mouth up forever and ever until my frog turn into a prince? But I don't mean any harm and ya, clearly I underestimated the power of words passing around from mouth to mouth. Or probably I'm not good at expressing myself so it's normal for them to misunderstand? I don't know. I just wanted everyone to shut up and listen to that joke. But I can't. My world is not the whole world it seems.

So I space out myself and hide inside the room. Rather being called emo, anti-social, selfish or whatsoever you like to call me but I just don't want to get involved. I am tired of feeling hurt everytime the battle begins and seeing the soldiers from both sides running towards me.

There was a saying, the more you learn, the more you get confuse. But if you never learn, you are in no use. But how come the more I try, the more I feel like being slap. So I go around the root of problems and ignore it. Then problems solve. No one gets hurt. Everyone wears on the masks, and live happily ever after. Be it the typical Malaysian way.

Perhaps it is so true. We will never recover until we forgive. These things make me grow and I believe they feel more hurt than I do. So I'll never stop trying. I'll go back after I hide and hibernate enough. I'll make everyone happy. I might be emo. I've always wanted to talk about this, but I holded it back. I am tired now so please don't make me feel worse. Please don't fight...






Comments off. Case close. I don't want to talk about it anymore.