iBLOGGED. Again, finally after ages.
MMA is a good training. Okay, I usually start my blog with a totally random and sort of lame intro. Who cares? Its my blog you can get outa here. Yeah, so I feel like being a violent psycho path wanting to hit people in the face but not having the courage to release a Super Saiyan power punch. *If that’s a punch. That refers to those who find an incredible attempt in ruining my ever so pleasant day and that starts with:
- 2011. It’s the year that went a little too fast. Its also the year your so-called friend walked out of your life and its the year you realize who the real ones are. Its the year you felt the most pressure to the point where you gave up so many times but you’re still learning how to get back up. Its the year you said you were going to accomplish great things yet you felt like you just wasted time. Its the year you cried over too many pointless things, too many times. Its the year you look back on all the lifetime memories in which you find yourself missing the people in them. But also the year you move on, slowly and you realize that it’s okay because life goes on. You meet your true love and together you face another beautiful uncertainty. Cheers to the new year and another chance for us to get it right.
- Mama’s
ultimate mistressissue marathon. Fuck them. If you unknowingly disrupt a family or a happy relationship, you deserve every fucking piece of shit that gets flung your way. Deal with it. I couldn’t care less. At least not anymore.
- Constant haters, stalkers, immortal assholes and bitches who will forever say bad things about me because I’m cooler than them or they think I try so hard being one in a company. Better think again. People love me, I don’t have to pretend to be somebody I’m not and just mask the crap every single day, that doesn’t work that way. I’m not a bad influence, I’m just a girl having fun and indulging myself out while I can, well if you lack that kind of liberty, that’s your problem so suck it.
- Failed friendship, Ugh. I hate remembering people whom I treated friends for years and would just stabbed me behind covering the crime. Life is awesome with few real ones, trust me this case’s abandoned. Yielding oneself without restraint or moderation, merely a freedom from inhabitation or conventionality.
I’ve faced alotta crap bigger than these and I think I am stronger, I mean practically speaking I get hurt but yeah so what? I’m human and vital, I ain’t gonna lie or be hysterically hipocrite about that, but strong for me means someone who can cry themselves to sleep at night and wake up with a smile on their face.
Strength gave me the power of being told I am not loved and I’m not being destroyed by it. Life’s a business, it’s like Hollywood if you know what I mean. Being hated because you’re confident. We are all controversial in our ways. Doesnt matter what. Life isn’t divided into genres. It’s a horrifying, romantic, tragic, comical, science-fiction, cowboy, detective novel. You know, with a bit of pornography if you’re lucky. I remember posting stuff via Mila Kunis about the term confidence, I mean, yeah being yourself around people you know and people you don’t know. Confidence, not cockiness. Knowing who you are is confidence. Knowing who you are and pushing it down on everyone’s throat is cockiness. Makes sense. Our chromosomes are combined beautifully and that is why we were born. God’s plans are written in our palms, believe it or not, we are in charge so don’t screw it. God gives us the plural term ‘chances’ not a singular rewind button.
Lesson: Be confident. Too many days are wasted comparing ourselves to others and wishing to be something we aren’t. We all have people in our life shockingly and surprisingly. We have losses that we never thought we’d experience. We have rejection but we also need to learn how to deal with it and how to get up the next day and go with it. It’s a mad imperfect world. So hit the lights and see how beautiful it is. What some people think makes us strange or weird, or fucked-up, what we think is what makes us beautiful.
A way to start my 2012 Blog. xoxo
