I miss blogging. :(

Haven't been able to blog as it didnt feel quite right after one whole week of academic writing (or what I call, forceful writing). Was afraid that it would affect my casual writing, thus I gave myself a break from writing. Even now, it still feels a little awkward, writing an entry in my own blog. I tend to get confused with the way I write after changing my writing styles, just to match academic writing. I suck big time at academic writing. I am more on the expressive kind when it comes to writing. :/

Been rather pinned down for the past few days, actually. With exams just around the corner, I am panicking that I may not have enough time to finish studying my syllabus. Panic. Hrmmm. I need to calm myself down.

So, for the amount of time without any expressions, I had several moments of deep thoughts. One would be closely related to 9gag's; 'not a single f*** was given that day'.

Basically, it's just a matter of people not bothering about anything that is happening around them, at all. Am actually starting to adapt myself, surrounding that concept recently. Figured that it was a waste of my time if I care that much. It really isn't a 'good friend' when you practically have no one around you to be your moral pole. If one is too self conscious in wanting not to be the weirdo society sees you, you would most definitely end up depressed. You try your best to fit in, putting up a facade image of yourself, hoping that people would accept you, but only to realise nobody actually gives a damn. What on earth for? Honestly, I may be saying this based on frustrations, but it is as honest it can be.

Reality, is that nobody gives a shit about what you so, UNLESS it is something related to them, and they have to give some thought about it.

But really, to care or not to care?

If you care, you are practically getting yourself into some trouble. If you don't care, you become the ignorant bastard everybody talks about.

I think I'd rather be the ignorant bastard. Simply because those worthless people who are calling you 'ignorant bastard', clearly don't know you enough to be calling you that. Besides. It immediately becomes a sieve that separates real friends from that whole shround of people whom you thought were your friends.

Honestly. I don't know what to feel about going home. I really do want to go home, to see how things would really turn out. Whether if it will turn our alright, or otherwise, I would still be satisfied, as it is pretty much expected beforehand. No doubt I will still enjoy myself with the love of food, everywhere. :D omg. EXCITED!!! Woohoo!!!

Hrmmm. One rather serious blogpost. Bleah. I wonder when can I regain my casual-random-blog-writing-feeling again.