Can you guess what I'm good at?
Being an introvert.
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
The night I cried myself to sleep
99% of those old visitors don't even know that I changed my blog to this site... initials of my name, one Y and two Ks.
Indirectly it is Y2K...
Well I did change this out of a sudden. Wanna hide.
Want to know why?
I just hate myself for who I was back in my entire high school life.
Or was it the people that I spend my days with?
Went for DJ Club interview for on-air sessions. Never knew I'd ever force myself to test on this. Nonetheless, I tried and I think I did badly. Nervous, and talking to someone I don't personally know is a weakness of mine, especially the problem where I can't spit out my experiences to a stranger.
The topic I got was the hardest one I can ever be asked. Firstly, I don't want to be emotional on my interview session, so I went on with some of the most typical moments with my classmates instead. At least there are a few fragments of what to tell there.
Getting back on topic. I bet you want to know why, as the topic suggests. Firstly let I told you about the DJ club interview. My topic was one that I feared the most. My favourite childhood memories, which I don't have any. That night got me thinking.
Don't actually want to get deep into details... after what happened yesterday night.
I've been ... just say lonely, up to university.
Never knew what or who friends are. Guess I've been too loose on that, and I'm very... kind hearted and soft actually.
You can see me looking like an emo kid, murderous-like and doesn't wish to speak. But seriously, speak to me and you'll know.
Yeah, Michael told me that I do look like a gangster when he first saw me entering the class. But seriously, I'm like in another solar system compared to that. Serious.
Being a so-called "pro in computer" under my situation is bad. I'd fix up anyone's computer(s) (tablets and phones included) for free because they're my "friend".
They all ran away after claiming their device(s) back.
Only to come back when there's more problem... or related problems.
Even so, those are the people that I see everyday. My classmates.
Ended up I hurt myself more than anything else. So this is for you, all my high school "friends".
Indirectly it is Y2K...
Well I did change this out of a sudden. Wanna hide.
Want to know why?
I just hate myself for who I was back in my entire high school life.
Or was it the people that I spend my days with?
Went for DJ Club interview for on-air sessions. Never knew I'd ever force myself to test on this. Nonetheless, I tried and I think I did badly. Nervous, and talking to someone I don't personally know is a weakness of mine, especially the problem where I can't spit out my experiences to a stranger.
The topic I got was the hardest one I can ever be asked. Firstly, I don't want to be emotional on my interview session, so I went on with some of the most typical moments with my classmates instead. At least there are a few fragments of what to tell there.
Getting back on topic. I bet you want to know why, as the topic suggests. Firstly let I told you about the DJ club interview. My topic was one that I feared the most. My favourite childhood memories, which I don't have any. That night got me thinking.
Don't actually want to get deep into details... after what happened yesterday night.
I've been ... just say lonely, up to university.
Never knew what or who friends are. Guess I've been too loose on that, and I'm very... kind hearted and soft actually.
You can see me looking like an emo kid, murderous-like and doesn't wish to speak. But seriously, speak to me and you'll know.
Yeah, Michael told me that I do look like a gangster when he first saw me entering the class. But seriously, I'm like in another solar system compared to that. Serious.
Being a so-called "pro in computer" under my situation is bad. I'd fix up anyone's computer(s) (tablets and phones included) for free because they're my "friend".
They all ran away after claiming their device(s) back.
Only to come back when there's more problem... or related problems.
Even so, those are the people that I see everyday. My classmates.
Ended up I hurt myself more than anything else. So this is for you, all my high school "friends".
Fuck you all.
And if relationships are all about trust, then maybe I'm just too gullible.
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