I just want to be happy.

Really. It really doesn't mean anything with all your accuse. I can live with that.

After all, it's not like what you said to the rest and how they response to it, determining how should I feel. Ok maybe not. I am a bit hurt to see how they treat me. How negligible I am. But I'm fine with that. I have my own life --just I have to look for another group to be involved with.

This is the matter between me and you. So don't fucking relate others into this chaos. Even if you're a gay -- fucking be a MAN. Don't act like a pussy and fucking do what a bitch will do. Well, that's just so you. And I get it. You want to fight.

Which I don't. Can't you just get a life? Stop making those faces as if I'm the one who's hurting you: ask yourself what are you hiding from them. If you want justice, I can just spill it all out and let them judge it.

Well, that's never gonna happen, right? You're so happy with your faking. Just fucking live with all your lies and keep doing that until the day you're tired of all the dramas.

And I will just live my life. And continue to be:HAPPY.

This couldn't be any better.

Despite all the bad things -- technically, there's only 1, but anyway --happened to me, things started to looking good.

Even how bad I might appear to be, I have a strong hold on my religion -- Sokka Gakai. I pray every night, before I go to bed. Well, as a human being, I will sometimes be lazy as well. But I would say that most of the time, I do pray -- usually half an hour.

And it's a miracle. I really think that HE heard my prayer. All the bad thing just seems to be ending in a good way. Ever since the day I start to pray, I just happened to be so lucky-- I get what I wish for: health, studies, family, friends...all turn out to be what I wish for.

And I just want to express how gratitude I am. How humble I am. How satisfy I am.

To be with HIM.

And I will hold on to my promise: come out and do works for the community. I will try my best to share my stories -- my successes to each and everyone in the community. I will be on the first spot to do anything-- anything at all-- if the community needs me. I really will do.

No offense

But this is going to be an offensive post. Well what the heck? This is my blog and I have every right to write what I know and what I think I should let other to know.

It's totally nothing wrong with being in love.

I mean, it's human nature, right?

But it's so wrong, when you're pretending to be fallen in love, just to let other think that you ARE, or WILL fall in love with the same species of the ONE you're faking with.

Come on? A girl?

If that's some random girl that I have abso-fucking-lutely no idea of who the hell she is, I won't give it a damn. Do whatever you want. Fake as long as you can. Go on with your I'm-all-straight-and-darling look.

But she's my friend. And she seems to be serious with you.

Oh hell, if you're a GAY, don't mess with my friend. I don't fucking care how hard you've tried to be straight, if you are, you ARE. It's really disgusting to see how a guy who's dick is all fat and big when see a naked man in the movie, and out of the sudden he's all over the girl, suddenly oh-so-man but letting his dick all soft and small underneath his stinking underwear.

It's not the first time I loath this kind of behavior. I won't discriminate for who you are. But I will, when you are faking for who you are, and I can see that my friend is going to get hurt -- which I will not holding myself back.

Screw you.

An official Melbourne's greeting

Hello~!

It's Anderson.... Looking better than ever...ok that's not true.

Anyhow, still A.L.I.V.E.

It's almost 2 months time since I've been living in this city. Surprising enough though, I didn't miss home that much, as I thought I will be crying every night and wanting to book the next flight back to Malaysia in the next morning --in fact, I feel numb.

After all, don't every major city in the world look the same? Melbourne and KL, there's no much different --well, KL is more alive, but still, they are kinda have the same pace.

I've grown up so much in this 2 months time. My bro is so gonna be proud of me, as the lil bro is really a man now --technically, I'm still underage. But I think I'm still qualified to be nominated as a Good-man-to-be.

I can cook for myself. And it really doesn't taste bad. I can even tough the raw meat and play around with it. Ew.

I know how to book the flight ticket. Well, this is nothing for many people but I'm not good in internet thing. So, yea, a huge step-forward for me.

Studies hasn't kill much of me. Still coping well. Maybe have been a little too lazy sometimes, but still alive, as I said. Hope the same thing gonna happen for the next 4 years.

Despite some of the bad thing happened--well, only 1, and I don't want to talk about it, I'm gonna get rid of "it" soon --Melbourne has treating me pretty well:

1. Gelato here are so so nice.

2. Spagetti and pizza here are undoubtedly good as well.

3. The weather here are so comfortable and I can never get sweaty. That's so cool when you're running to catch a tram but still looking fresh in the class.

4. Have made some really cool friends from other countries--Hong Kong, Brunei, Philippine, Mainland...and Vietnam. They are so nice and I will never get bored of them, which is something miracle for me, as I can get bored of things really easily. But these people really adorable and yea, I love them as my companions.

But still, I miss Malaysia. My mum, my sis, my grandma, my bro, my bed, my bike, , the shopping mall operating hour, the cheap movie tickets, the oh-so-wonderful bak kut teh and dim sum...everything. But I guess that's part of life, isn't it?

Cheers everyone.

Ester Saturday

Everything started to looking good now. At least there's something that brighten everything else.
It's been really a long time ever since I feel this way.

I used to be untouchable.

But I'm not sure if I am now.

Happy Ester Saturday, everyone.