GEORGE HONG!
Thanks to you, I now have a cravings for Gummi Bears that needs to be satisfied.

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There used to be a time where the only time I write was on tissue papers and rough papers, and they would always end up in the rubbish bins somehow. These were the days, back in high school, during Form4 and Form5. The times where I would find time to write such things would be the moment after I was done with my exam paper and had to sit there staring at the wall until the examination period was over. Other than that, I would randomly sit there and write whenever I felt like it. They all ended up in the rubbish bin, they all did.

What I wrote were basically the exact thoughts I had in my head at that moment. Some other bottled up thoughts would be written out there into the tissue papers too. I would write them extremely tiny, so that peoeple wouldnt be bothered to read what I have written, especially on a tissue paper. It's just weird to write on tissue papers, let alone read from them. Basically, I just felt like expresing myself, yet not wanting people to have a peer into what I was trying to express.

Which I would say, is rather silly at times. Why can't I just write in a book, a diary perhaps? Guess I just didn't feel like doing what eveyerbody was doing. THAT IRRITATING PART OF ME THAT WANTS TO BE REBELLIOUS AND DIFFERENT FROM EVERYONE ELSE. HAHAHHA. yeah. I remember when I was much younger, I thought of having writing into diaries. But something about diaries that stops me from continuing somehow. I guess I hated every single bit of the past that I did. Diary would be a recorded evidence that I had actually done all those ridiculous and embarassing things prior to that present day I was living.

Hrmm... Honestly, that was the exact feeling I felt once I started blogging too. But at least blogging forced me to accept who I was in the past, and look back at how much I have actually grown from it. Which is probably the main reason why I couldnt' stand writing through ten whole years in that one specific blog. I JUST CAN'T!

Even by looking back at my 2011 blog, had a lifespan of only 6 months, it had pretty drastic changes from the first post all the way to the last post altogether. Which, I find rather impressive. HAHAAHHA ANDDDDDD, I had tons of drafts back then in that blog too. I guess there are some things that you really want to talk about yet not share it with the world at the same time.

Why are humans so complicated? :/

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So. Today I was sitting in the bus and I somehow decided to change seat, closer to the front. Little did I realise, the person seated next to me wasn't normal. He was special, but I don't know what other ways to describe him, other than to use the descriptive words of 'mentally retarded'.

Instantly I felt sad when I saw him there. It got me thinking, 'Shit, would other people be totally freaked out if they realised he was like that? What would they be thinking? What would he be thinking?'. I did not realise him there, until he started flinging his hand around towards something, I felt like something wasn't normal, so I had a glance at him. Mmhmm, he wasn't normal. But he was happy. That was what got me off guard the most. He had this bag of food, and he was happily telling me that he had chocolate cookie in that bag.

Those questions in my head made me felt like staring at him, just to see what he was doing out of curiosity. But at the same time, I didn't want him to think that I think that he was weird, so I just pretended like he was a normal person sitting there.

The moment I got off the bus, then I realised, he was actually travelling on his own. I was actually impressed by that thought that he was travelling on his own. Damn, people here are so independent. If these people were to be walking about the streets of KL, everybody will be giving them that 'OMG YOU ARE SO WEIRD' look. :/

It wasn't the first time seeing people like him. This one was the innocent, happy kind of 'mentally retarded' person. You somehow can sense that he wouldn't do any harm, any how. There was once where I saw one 'crazy' person in a Tram. This one gave me a little creep somehow. Like that sense where he would probably get angry if I were to look at him any longer. :|

People here are so independent. The elderlys, the impaired, and these special people. There was nothing to worry about if they were to linger around all by themselves. It does make me feel proud of their effort somehow.

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I NEED MONEY TO DO MORE SHOPPING! OMG.