Treasuring what I've got.

Have I ever mentioned that I do enjoy non-fictional english books? 

Yes.. I guess I did! 

Reading about true stories that happened to people.

I'm always curious about people. 

When I'm bored out there, I can just stare at one of the passerby and I have questions like 

" How does her house look like.. her family and her lifestyle.." 

I judge by the attire that the person is wearing, and I'll let my imaginations run wild. 

I wouldn't say its kaypo but..I'm really curious about stuffs like that. 

Till a few years back I came across books that are relating somebody's life to me..

I guess I was hooked on such books?

Including those camps like Famine Camp, or any other guides camp..

now that I think about it... we should really treasure what we have right now.

Living with my family and knowing that they love me...I guess that's enough. 

Having awesome friends and special ones are add ons to my life.

Reading about the lives of the girls where they aren't loved, they're abused and abandoned,

I don't have anything to complain about. 

So I guess that was where I start to dislike people who complains about their lives.

If we didn't go through half of what those people went through, like maybe famine or torture..

what are we exactly complaining about? 

We have friends who would listen and offer great comforts when things went wrong. 

They don't have anyone who would believe their stories. 

Even when the police are there to help..they don't even dare to say what happened to them.

Their lives are in danger. 

I believe right now somewhere in the world there are many similar cases happening but just..

too many badasses in the world.

If only I can be a superwoman and help them fight those devils. 

Gotta treasure life more. 

I always feel so angry whenever I read the parts where the author gets tortured by the devils. 

How did the devils grow up to be this way? 

When a kid did something wrong, pouring hot sauce right into their throat wouldn't teach them what have they done wrong isn't it..

I will never understand how humans think.. sometimes when you think that this method might work, 

for the person it may never work. 

eventually the victim would just give up waiting for hopes and miracles to happen. 

And when miracles don't happen they just give up on themselves..

And I guess that's really painful. 

To be waiting for something that wouldn't happen...

been through that and yes I know.

" Promises are not meant to be kept anymore. " 

yes. The most painful memory I'll keep in mind reminding myself of that. 

When the trust is broken, it's broken.

I fear trusting everyone and anyone. 

But I don't live my life negatively. I'm still happy when I'm happy 

making myself feel happier when I'm sad. 

Asking myself what's the point of getting angry over things that will not change.

So basically I guess how I'm looking at my life is just to stay neutral over things that I know I can't accept.

I might be coward but yeahh I wanna protect myself first. 

But still I do believe in human nature. 

There are definitely the good sides in people.

I just don't get why would people want to bring harm to someone else.

They just simply get blinded by the bads of one, and simply forgot the goods. 

Revenges are scary. 

Why do people get so hateful?

As much as I enjoy making friends around, I guess it's easy to click well and be buddies with me..

and when we're at this level, I guess naturally I have this trust in all my friends.

If not we wouldn't even be buddies. 

just don't like it when I start to doubt my friends. 

I live with trust. I can't work well or communicate with people I can't trust. 

It's too tiring. 

So congratulations!! 

my good friends from all sorts of different cliques who have seen that crazy and retarded joanne..
.yes you guys got my trust.

I know I can count on you all. 

our friendship will last long! 

 AHAHAHAHHAHAHA

I wish we can all stay happy like we are right now.