Have you ever felt being looked down upon? Not discriminated, but merely just to be regarded with scorn and disdain. The fact that they actually find you a very potential prey to scorn about, it leaves you feeling --- outrageously dampened. Come to think about it, in the pool of vocabulary, none can challenge the feeling you would actually feel when being looked down upon.
Remaining silent is the ultimate reaction. Beads of cold sweat form because you start to question your capability. Suddenly you begin to interrogate yourself. 'Am I really useless?' 'Am I capable of portraying success for myself?' Am I able to reap achievements?' A loud thumping 'NO' would blare on your face if you allow your self confidence to sieve through all these demeaning queries.
So I've concluded that the only way is to remain persistent in whatever you want to achieve. One ear in, the other ear out. Having to live by these mortifying situations for the past few months was absolutely formidable. Often I would secretly weep upon being looked down on. But I kept my head up and remain optimistic. Putting a white flag up isn't my resolution. I shall thrive through these arduous four and a half months of mugging and celebrate my victory at the end. If anyone who can pull through these degrading phase of their lives, they deserve a standing ovation.
Wish me all the best!

Can the world get anymore cruel?
I HATE life.

Today is pretty darn monotonous. Finally I've accomplished my mission for the day:- to give my blog a new look. No joke, dude. It really took me a day's long. SHITNITZ. I don't really have much to update about my boring life. I don't have much excitement in my life lately, due to my ^ANTI-SOCIAL mood.

Sometimes, I feel lucky to have everything I've ever wanted in life, but sometimes I feel insignificant to the closest.

Life's a bitch. T R U E F R I E N D S are depleting. The ones you have probably would victimise you sooner or later. It's just a matter of time. Either, they put up a front to make believe to you that they'll be by you through thick&thin. Give me a break, I'm sure all of us wanna save our asses first before saving others. It's 21st century, there's no such things like, "I'LL STAND BY YOU, BESTIE."Before you know it, they'll make use every minute chances they have to bring you down. DEFINITELY. But of course, there are some who are worth the keep. I'm glad I have them.

Moral of life: Don't Trust Anybody.

Today marks one week since I last blogged. Nothing much happened over the week other than perturbing events.

1. Temporary Broke Up With Dalwin To Alter Our Glitches & Perfect Ourselves.
2. I've Been Missing Dad Lately. EXCEEDINGLY.

Two Very Indispensable Men In My Life. One's Gone forever, the other One, Technically There, However, I Can't Feel His Existence.

DAD;

As The Soft Wind Sweeps Away The Days,
I Looked Back On My Life Through A Haze,
Remember The Playgrouds, Parks & Friends?
In A Childlike Gaze That Never Ends.
The Laughter In A Game Of Catch,
Shall Memories Never Attach
To Innocence In Youthful Eyes,
Catching A Ball To Dad's Surprise.
I Recalled My First Bike, First Fall.
Who Picked Me Up & Asked, " How Was The Fall?"
Convinced Me To Give Another Try,
Even My Knees Were Bleeding, I Never Cried.
Just The Joy Knowing He Was There,
Making Him Proud Was Only My Care.
Though Teenage Years Was Rough,
I'm Sure Wasn't Too Brave Or Tough.
You Taught Me To Defend What's Right,
And Never Back Down From A Fight.
So, I Learnt The Hard Way To Stand,
Still When I Fall,
I Found Your Hands.
Drawing From You An Inner Strength,
Stubborn & Pride Of Equal Length.

But, There Was The Line Of Fate Was Drawn,
As Though I Blinked & You Were Gone.
I Found Myself Facing The Sun,
Not A Lady, Not A Girl,
But A Fatherless One.
Eyes Blinked By A Void Inside,
Accepting It To Be True,
I Could Do Nothing Without You.
Please, Dad, Today Just Hear My Call,
I'm Sorry That I Dropped The Ball.
My Life Is Wrecked, My Knees Are Skinned,
My Emotions, Undisciplined.
I Can't Get Up Although I Try,
Though I Can't Fight What I Can't See,
Daddy, Say You're Still Proud Of Me.
Though You Are Gone, I Feel Your Presence Still
Lingers Near Me Whenever I Fall.

I Love You, Dad.

Atrocity Of Love; To Learn That Someone You Loved Actually Played Judas With You. ForthWith, You Begin To Contemplate On How Your Well-Trained Idiocy Dominated You.
You Couldn't Be More Agreeable To The Cliche Phrase; LOVE IS BLIND. Indeed.