" 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