Hopeless Romantic. Grounded Realist. Jaded Cynic.
i really must sleep now.
cant though.
pretty much exhausted my body (ehem...) but me mind's keep stalling..
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teenage girls of 15 should never be in possession of yaoi materials, let alone know the existence of such highly well, classified stuff.
yet, one of adik's friend happens to be an exception.
not only one. but two comics.
haish, where the hell did she found out bout those things n gotten them into her pendrive?
adik appear dutifully exibited shocked reactions of course.
but we both knew better.
don't ask how. long story. nuff said that we're informed. very unusual for sheltered malay girls, i know but there is truth when they say kids mature fast these days.
while we're on this, i had a talk wit adik the other nite.
the sex talk.
i had too, in my defense. mum, or god forbid, relatives aint going to expound their knowledge, i did mention we're malays no? it's taboo apparently, god knows y.
oh, i didn't tell her everything! i want her to retain the illusion of innocence as long as possible.. for heavens sake, u dirty minded people. just the bare bones. details will follow later.
more like, stay away from guys whom behaviour is 'suspicious', or just scream perverts.
she needs to know. truly. its vital n imperative, for her survival if she's to move out from the bosom of family towards the harsh, brutal realities of life in the real world. to cushion the fall u see.
i shudder to think the possible outcomes of her ignorance would be...
well, lets just hope that she follows my advice now..
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its not as terrible as before. the envy n pangs of remorse.
the innate knowledge of the central truth.
that i belong truly, i a far-removed world from which im presently inhabiting.
that i'm helplessly stuck in a chasm that i cannot be free of.
of shackles chaining me to the ground when i want to fly so high.
it's there alright, but it doesn't ripped me apart, more like tearing my heart little by little.
draining me of my effervascent, limited store of spirit.
and u can ask y my smile is brittle, my eyes so cold?
