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| What do you do when people who makes the most idiotic mistakes expect you to be perfect?
Let me make this one, universally known fact known to you:
WE ARE HUMAN.
I AM HUMAN.
AND HUMAN BEINGS, HOWEVER PERFECT THEY DEEM THEMSELVES, MAKE MISTAKES.
Do you not realize that the source of your knowledge is, most of the time, not very stable with the information she provides? Do you realize, she as human, make mistakes too?
No. You don't. You take in every information, swallowing it up and letting it consume you till it's embedded in you, and you point-blankly REFUSE to accept anyone's word that contradicts with what you have heard.
You may deny it if you wish. It's all part of what you are, to deny any point that shows that you've been mistaken.
It's probably a miscommunication with the middleman. IT'S A STUPID BOTTLE OF FERMENTED BEANS. I know they're bloody unhealthy, I don't need people to tell me that. Sure, initially when you stopped buying them back, i whined here and there but i didnt make too big a fuss out of it. And i know well enough not to set off on my own to get a bottle on my own.
But search your mind, take a minute or two and think back, when was the last time you went out and bought a bottle again? Think. It's not all too hard. OR, have you ever considered the fact that the middleman could've smuggled a bottle in while you were doing your grocery shopping? No? Fine.
Why on EARTH would i want to lie about me going out to buy a bottle of fermented beans against your will? And why on earth would i be denying it ever so indignantly? Gee, i dont know. Maybe cause i was defending myself against your absolutely ABSURD accusations and assumptions.
10 years ago, yea i would've denied it because as a child, i would've been afraid of getting caught red handed. I'm 17 years old now, and much as you wouldn't want to accept this fact, I have actually reached a certain level of maturity, in which i would not bother starting a fight over a stupid bottle of fermented beans.
You probably know me well enough to know that if i were to be caught red-handed for these kinda things, i would just give a nervous chuckle and change the subject. Or then again, maybe you DONT know me well enough, which triggered the string of accusations against me.
And what is this about me 'answering back' ? It's called defending myself. i wasn't asking for a fight, but it was reaching a certain level of absurdity (who the hell argues over a bottle of fermented beans, say aye. at least i know i'm not alone) that it sure needed a more forceful persuasion. And me, 'always thinking that i'm right?' Hello, Ever thought, that if you never had the same attitude, everything would be more peaceful and mellow? And hey, i learnt it from you. 'Bagaimana acuan begitulah kuihnya', remember?
I am not seeking any sort of sick humour to victimize you, or seek half-assed revenge, neither am i here to look for a fight. I am merely defending myself. Sure, my temper probably got in the way halfway through (who likes being accused? you of all people should understand my feelings about THAT) but you can't deny the fact that it was something completely, totally ridiculous to argue about.
And don't bring in the fact that you chose to buy things for me into this. It has nothing to do with it and you know it. Just because you have nothing left to say on your part about the matter means you've gotta bring in something totally unrelated that would put me in a position where i am incapable of saying anything. THAT, my dear, is victimizing.
I know you would be reading this and frankly, i don't care. It's about time someone of small significance told you this before anything worse happens to you. Like you said, 'Would you want to bring that attitude of yours to work when you're older?' It's about time you soften abit of your hard-headedness and learn to accept the fact that you, no matter how perfect you have fooled yourself to believe, make mistakes as well, and that other people make mistakes too.
I'm sorry for allowing this to blow out of propotion.
But if you refuse to speak to me, you are the one being the child here.
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| officially moved. here. xanga,
you disgust me. it's 4 freaking30 am!
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| scum. sucking. roadwhore. *SREAMSSSSS* | | |
| Going back to the corner where I first saw you,
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move,
Got some words on cardboard got your picture in my hand,
Saying if you see this girl can you tell her where I am,
Some try to hand me money they don't understand,
I'm not...broke I'm just a broken hearted man,
I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do,
How can I move on when I'm still in love with you...
Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet,
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
So I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.
Policeman says son you can't stay here,
I said there's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year,
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows,
If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go.
Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet,
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
So I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.
I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.
People talk about the guy
Who's waiting on a girl...
Oohoohwoo
There are no holes in his shoes
But a big hole in his world...
Hmmmm
and maybe I'll get famous as man who can't be moved,
And maybe you won't mean to but you'll see me on the news,
And you'll come running to the corner...
Cos you'll know it's just for you
I'm the man who can't be moved
I'm the man who can't be moved...
Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet,
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
[Repeat in background]
So I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.
I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.
Going back to the corner where I first saw you,
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag not I'm not gonna move. | | |
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turn on the shower, lock the door.
fall upon the tiles and cry once more.
grab a towel, damp the sounds.
don't let a soul hear that you're breaking down.
days of darkness wraps around me with no frown,
dont find a hole, dont penetrate through this forlorn,
don't shine a light, leave me to mourn,
for the soul that left this girl all torn. could it be any harder, to let you go. | | |
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