People change-So often, and too fast.

And again, I’m not pointing to anyone in particular in this post. I once again left my blog, for about two months. I’ve been really very busy.

People change. I’m not saying that I’ve never changed throughout these years of my life. I’ve changed a whole lot and I’m well aware of it. Many of you would think that I’m just a complaining brat who does nothing at all but complain on her close-to-dead blog.
What else do you want me to say?

Oh today was like the best day of my life, i ate strawberry ice cream, with caramel on top, then i walked into the shopping centre, i bought shoes, jeans, skirts. And there’s this woman who knocked onto me and just walked off!!!!And you know what? I cant believe i almost smudged the ice…….

How’d you like it if I do nothing but write all those stuff on my blog? Where else do you expect me to get my inspiration from? Other than the unfair parts of life and friends, what do you want me to say?

Okay stuff that aside.

People change, every second, in every aspect. Like I can’t promise I’ll be your best friend from today until the day I die. Because in this period of time, both of us are bound to change. And when we do, we react differently to things that happen between us, lets say, ten years ago. After time, our definition of friends change, and then we notice our besties are not who they are when we first met them. Some of which placed their relationships with they boyfriends in front of their best friends.

Have you ever met a best friend at age 10, and then when you’re 13, you found another friend, who you could click with, in your opinion, even better than your best friend, but you keep that best friend first in your list, even though you know she isn’t anymore.

You juggle them both, hoping someday, truth will start to unfold, and your best friend will back off silently on her own.
Well, I can tell you that happened to me. I was the “best friend” before, and so was I the” you”. I honestly didn’t realised how offending it was to my best friend when I was the “you”. But when I became the “best friend”, I became incredibly mad and crazy.

We change every time we mix with different people. Our perspective of bitches change and before you know it, you’re calling everyone a bitch, or you start to realise that, that word is not to be used so lightly.

I used to beable to communicate with this friend of mine, we laughed a whole lot, talked a whole lot, understood each other, and read each other like a literature expert. Well, that was when we first became the best of friends. And when we grew up in different environments, we changed. I started talking to her like I was trying to persuade her that I understood her, and she did the same. We became like puppets that were controlled by what our minds were thinking–how we wanted them to be. And we thought we made a huge mistake being besties before, and thinking that the opposite party was actually really such a bitch.
And then we’re totally not on talking terms. But I can say right now, that I don’t regret meeting this friend of mine. Cause she taught me that I changed, and so did she. Sometimes, things just happen and before you know it, you’re to walk totally different roads, and you think to yourself:”whatever happened to ‘sticking through the thick and thin’?”

Picture this: On Monday, your bestie and you were chatting on msn about all the things you both used to laugh about, and talk about. On Tuesday, she text-ed you, saying she’s got urgent news and tell you to get on line on msn as soon as possible. And then the moment you log on, she’s became a totally different person, she’s telling you she’s got a boyfriend, and you’re happy for her. But soon, your conversations only evolve around her and her boyfriend. What he said to her, and what she said to him. Of course you don’t want to hurt her, and tell her that she’s crossing the line. So you live with it, but then, the boy that she loves is soon taking over your place, she doesnt even reply your messages, or your conversations on msn. When you call her, her mind is on msn with him, and even the funniest thing you both laughed about no longer worked for her, but only for you.
She changed, and so did you. And you feel so small, having lost your long time bestie to a guy that she met recently.

Sigh, I just feel so sick and tired on all these friendship stuff and just wanna disconnect with the world of best friends.

And I know this post is unbearably boring, forgive me for being such a prick on your perfect day.

The ever changing Elle.

Filled With Crap.

Once again, I’m stupid enough to blog again.

Tomorrow’s Science CA!!!!!! Oh man, I haven’t studied yet. There’s an extremely hideous amount of things to revise. And yeah, if you’re wondering, I’ve been awarded with a horrifying grade for Chinese. A2. Crap, am I not studying enough?? OH, OR MAYBE I SHOULD TRY TO KEEP MY EYES OPEN FOR 168 HOURS AT LEAST, PERHAPS TRY TO SKIP ALL 21 MEALS IN THE WEEK, AND STUDY, AND THAT WAY, HOPEFULLY, I’D GET SHOOTING STARS FOR EXAMS.

I’m just so tired that during classes, I start tearing(and seriously tearing) or no apparent reason, I try to stay awake by slapping myself, and etc.
Dammit, is this called self- abuse or what? And I still have to stay back till 5 tomorrow for choir, and till 6 the next day just for choir as well. I’m not saying its too tough or anything that is negative, I love choir, but the homework and revision after choir, KILLS.

And JUST to add on to the burden, I have a problem that I can’t sleep till its 1 am at least. Isn’t that a torture!?!??!
I’m really tired now. I have to get some sleep. Or I’d get really, really, really dark circles around my eyes.

xoxo,
elle.

Blank minded freak.

Crap, Tomorrow’s Lit CA and I’m still blogging. Sometimes I wonder how stupid I can really get.

But anyways, I think I’m depressed. Ah, we’ll talk bout that later. Not important.
I’m still wondering how to actually “study” Lit. Is there anything to study for language? I feel so horrible. Sometimes people can get really weird.
In class, like in between periods when we’re waiting for the next teacher, I would day-dream. Yeah, thats what I’m best at. Well thats bad cause apparently, my mind drifts away from the body, and obviously everyone knows the consequences of that.

I actually have quite alot of work to do for mathematics and english. A fairly ridiculous amount of work to do, sadly.
Apparently, everyone knows i’m a huge Jojo and Reese Witherspoon fan, but some of my past closest friends doesnt.-_-

I am so amazed by how they manage to live their everyday life with me, not knowing that I’m obsessed with purple and my fav singer and actress. Oh well, everyone pushes the least important things to the back of their mind.
My only hope now is that I don’t fail my Lit test because I, obviously, do not know what, and how, to study Lit!

Sometimes, I wonder why I seem so insignificant to some. Or sometimes, too significant to some others to the extend that I feel bad.

xoxo, elle.< my new nick name, extracted from the last four letters of my name. Note: it was NOT chosen by me. But anyways, just for convenience’s sake, 4 letters isn’t as hard to type as 8 letters. Its double the trouble!

Have a good day.