" We found love in the hopeless place. "

Probably is my last post in year 2012.
The very last confession of the year.

Guess what, gotta admit, not guilty to admit.
Being emo quite some time.

Dunno why.
Just dunno why what I really want in my life.

In Salem - Complaints.
Now in Penang - Still complaining.

" Hazel, you're really really very difficult to be pleased uh huh ? "

Kinda, to be honest.

You know what as I grow older,
I'm just getting to become more and more not a very 'people' person.
*Well, I used to be very lovable by all others*

For God's sake,
my dear father has been talking all and all the time,
telling me that not to forget to wear a mask,
do not being so like an opened book in fornt of everyone.

But I'm just not good, very bad, dunno, and don't like to
'lick people's butt'

Anyway, I don't really bother to be the famous, everyone's favourite girl.
So, knock off this point.

Then, there comes my dear mother said to me on phone the other day :
"Don't angry with people. Control your anger, don't show to others how angry you are.
I know it always not your fault. But you just have to be not angry. "

Yeap, true.
When I get angry, I really want eat that person up !

I don't like 'leceh' things.
In fact, I hate them so much so much !!

If there's something makes me feel so irritated and annoyed and unworthy,
I rather not to have it.

So my dad will say :
" It's your choice to give up, you'll be the one 'rugi' ."

Ahem. I don't even feel 'rugi' .
How could I suppose to appreciate such theory of mankind ?

Though, whatever my dad's points, they make sense actually.
Too bad I'm not good in them ...
So ... I tend to over think and then EMO =(

Anyway, many people don't appreciate what I actually appreciate.

I appreciate passion.
Things that make you feel that you're needed;
make you feel alive.

Like a book, a book, a person,
anything that makes you keep your paces follow up.

That is passion.

And the rest of them, besides the reason of God making them up
in order to shape you into a tougher, stronger and smarter person.
I see no point why they still exist.

Sarcastic ? Well, learn it up,
that's what life is, isn't it ?

Certainly, I don have passion, of course,
otherwise I wouldn't be in the place I'm right now.

Not one; not many, just a few.
And they make me who I am.

People who don't appreciate, they just don't understand.

Whatever yesterdays are histories.
You can'y just let them bury you deeper and deeper.

With this,
I end my last confession with a poem.
It's delicated to whoever concerns.

People go, memory fades.
Once upon a time, you were beautiful.
It's alright to make mistake,
all you have to, is to correct it.
Sometime, you're the only one needs to know that
you're beautiful.

Passionately;
Hze

10:32 PM
Genuinely by Hazel Frances

" I love you for a thousand years. "

Blogspot marathon tonight.
Too much of Junior Hazel tonight.

I really feel the aging inside me.

Reading the introduction about my little bloggie,
feel so hilarious.
It's all childish description and immature words.

But I decided to leave it the way it has being.
Those are my youth, aren't they ?
My once upon a time, no worries,
just care about how pretty must my bloggie be looked like.

I managed to restore a new chatbox on your right side months ago.

It's still new to me,
'cause I rarely see it and it still looked fresh.

Here, was a famous place before.

My bestfriends will want to read my latest post.
My boyfriend will never miss any post I blogged.

But now, no more fans, followers are either invisible or deadly passing by.

But I'm happy to see strangers dropped some little messages to me in my chatbox.

I don't even know they get to know my bloglink.

I never really promote it,
and the very last time I called it active was when I hadn't gone to India.

I think I wanna blog again.

You know what,
we all own a sticker book, a drawing book when we were young.
But this is the book keeps all my childhood stories.

Too much about me for me to let it goes.

It's been long enough for us to talk again;
Hze

1:59 AM
Genuinely by Hazel Frances

" Say I love you but you're not listening. "

Hey people.
Oh no. There is probably no one left anymore.
Yea, once upon a time,
I was sticking up myself all day long to this, my pretty little paradise,
creating my own registered imagination.
And now, I can hardly recognize here, recognize myself.

Something inside me brought me back to here.
Something inside my blood.
 Uh huh? Sounded too serious ?
Yea, it is a serious case.

Everytime I write,
is just like a reminiscence of my previous writing.

The one sitting in fornt of the screen is no longer the same;
so as the screen has been updated to a different one.

But I never forget how writing brings peace to me.

Nah, nah. Not emo today.
Maybe I have forgotten how does an emo be felt like.
Or perhaps I can't really clearly differentiate emo or not emo
as time has came so far.

I wish I can write passionately again.
I sincerely wish.

I wish I am me again;
Hze

1:41 AM
Genuinely by Hazel Frances