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Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Change
I just went out with a friend I haven't talked to much in a long time. And I realised, I've changed. He told me that when he first met me, I was very friendly, outgoing and fun.

And slowly, all that wore away. I realise it. I sort of don't make an effort to keep in touch, or to socialise, anymore. I'd rather stay in my room and turn the music up high and just lose myself in it. But, I realise it's not good. I've become more reserved, quiet, shy, and people are drifting away from me. I'm not clinging on as I should.

It's my mistake.

Also, this time in Kuching is spent thinking about stuffs.

Advice from a friend about love? Once there's ANY doubts at all whether you can spend your life with  a person, then that person is not the right one. Don't compromise with someone's flaws thinking it'll all work out, fight for your own happiness and be brave to end old things and start new things :)




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Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Ear Still Intact
So now I want to make this blog a mini-shrine to my ear. Haha it's not infected or collapsed though I went into dirty seawater and germy chlorine poolwater few days after I pierced.

Anyways, I went to Port Dickson, and it was fun albeit the beaches a bit disappointing.

Nevertheless, it's 5 days till I get home. Facing many difficult problems right now and I don't know how to describe them. Financial problems among some of them.

I hate the sense of never belonging. I really do. I guess.. I hate who I am now. I'm so antisocial that I just lock up all day and yeah. I hate it. I guess I just miss my old self. I'm tired of making all the effort, though. And I'm tired of thinking too much. Feel used at times.

Short, cryptic sentences to replenish the dry spell to my limited readers after my long hiatus. LOL smart  of me to keep up my readership.



Think this was when watching Real Steel which was freaking amazing!

Insidious is freaking scary haha one of the first horror movies to have successfully scared me in 4 years. Gotta go now because I'm lazy and all I do is play Pokemon and watch HIMYM over and over again. Babai.

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Thursday, November 17, 2011
Helix Piercing
I got a helix piercing yesterday! Or otherwise known as a cartilage piercing.



I'm really quite proud of myself now, I've wanted once since forever but Clare and I have said we wanted to get it together since 2009 and we've always chickened out. Did it with the boyfriend ( he didn't do it though I almost forced him to! But now I'm glad he didn't listen to me. Was just asking because I want him to feel the pain too hahaha.) So it didn't hurt. Out of a scale of 1 to 10, like a 2? Honestly, banging my knee and bruising it or stubbing my toe or breaking a nail.. all hurt worse. It is just a little sore if I touch it, that's all. It stung and burned and was red for half an hour after piercing, then afterwards I didn't feel it anymore. I didn't sleep on it though.

But I was feeling very FML all night because I did some research and apparently, you're not supposed to pierce your cartilage with a gun but you should use a needle if not your cartilage will shatter and your ear will collapse. And cartilage piercings will hurt for 6 months and take a year to heal and etc etc and I'm like FML FML FML because I did it at some random shop in a mall that wouldn't care less if I had to amputate my ear.

But I'm trying to be all cleaning-regime with this piercing and so on and so far it looks good so keeping my fingers crossed. I'll look so cool once I change it so *fingers crossed*.

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Tuesday, November 15, 2011
I don't even wanna care..
But I do. And maybe I'm the one who's pushed you away, but right now I'm trying so hard yet it seems like every little thing I do isn't going to bring you back.

Back when it was a fun fling when I could walk away anytime, when your words of commitment scared me, I could leave anytime, I was free, in control. And now? I care now. I care so much more. And as usual, he's changed.

You've changed.

I wonder why. Is it because I've said a blunt NO to all possibilities of sex so I'm not that interesting anymore? i hope it's not that.

No matter what I do, I can't get you back anymore..

Here I am, sitting around rejecting plans with my friends, spending the last couple of days in this place waiting for you to ask me out, to make plans with me, for special dates with me. But no.. I'm just wasting my time. Waiting.

When I was playing hard to get, he seemed to want me more. Maybe now I'm too available? I don't know. I wonder if he still loves me, at all. He's stopped caring about me, my health, my life, he doesn't really find me anymore, he doesn't talk much on the phone. I really don't know..

It's so much scarier now that I love him so much. I can just pray that I won't be so broken if he leaves. I wish I hadn't been foolish. To fall for you, eventually. I wish I'd walked away when I could..

Now I'm in too deep, and I don't know if anyone can save me from the inevitable heartbreak and pain. From caring too much about somebody who's already starting to stop caring.

Do you still love me? I dunno.

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Monday, November 14, 2011

I'm been having the worst case of weeps and pains this month. Something is off with my menstrual cycle and I've also been feeling homesick and lonely and having many petty tiffs with him lately. Not a very nice month, though I'm glad finals is done.

I think too much sometimes, but my brain is just wired that way. I think all the time, with super-mega-turbo booster whirring in my head and inevitably too much thinking leads to brain and emotional drain.

Anyways, I'm too lazy to do anything so I'm gonna just post some camwhore pictures (edited only in colour) and call it a day. Have so many series to catch up on!

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I was very free

 

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hence the pictures

 

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and the wtfbbqawesome lighting

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is all because I'm that rajin

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this one is a little scary, trying to mimick Audrey fourfeetnine's cuteness!

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i look angry here :D

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running out of catchy captions

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this is from aeons ago

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current Facebook display picture!

 

Thus ends this post amen happyholidays haveanicelife.

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Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Evil Side
Sometimes i think I have such an evil side.

I'm naturally bitchy at heart maybe. I try to be nice but yeah. I admit I hate people sometimes.

Hate for like, no reason. Well, pretty girls. I admit I hate pretty girls. I dislike popular/smart girls. But pretty and popular and smart.. And let's say awesome personality too. I can't.

I'm jealous, I admit. And I'd start to gradually hate them for making me feel so inferior. I wouldn't go to the extent of spreading rumours/backstabbing, but I'd totally avoid hanging out with them or seeing them, and of course, the feeling of schadenfreude towards them. I don't get why I'm like this.

I just hate to see people who've got it better than me. In every single aspect.

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Friday, November 4, 2011
Education
I guess some people might think I am a very kiasu person. Why do I always want to be better than others, why can't I be content with what I have?

Well, failure is never an option to me.

I don't come from a rich family. I come from what I can even say is a poor family. We have enough to eat and pay bills, that's all. Nothing more for luxuries, vacations, new cars or shopping sprees. My parents can't afford to send me abroad for education. They can't even pay a few thousand to send me to a private university. So I'm grateful I have free education now.

I don't blame them. Circumstances forced them into not having enough education to make life better. I grew up seeing how being poor really was. Back when my dad's business was booming, my aunts and cousins constantly came over, with gifts of soup and herbs and so on. After he suffered losses, now they barely even acknowledge him.

My mum bred me growing up with the thinking that, the only way people are going to respect you if you're rich or gifted. So since an early age, I know that I'm going to work hard and show everyone, "hey I'm not rich, so what? I can still be better than you. " I'm going to get so filthy rich till everyone will be begging money from me or my parents. And everyone who has ever looked down on my parents, well they're going to be freaking jealous that their daughter has made millions for them.

Poor people work harder. Is that true? I don't know. But all I know is that education is so important to me. That's why I want to be better than everyone in studies. I have been the source of my parents' pride. I took their words to my heart. Everytime my mum told me a story, she'll say "Girl, must study hard. Mummy and daddy have no money. That doesn't mean you can't get a better life. Must study hard, so people don't look down on you like they look down on us. You must prove them wrong and have a bright future."

That's why I detest people who take life for granted and who throw away education like that. Maybe different people have different skills. Maybe they're better off working and quitting school right? But still. I just treat them as stupid idiots.

I've heard people say, "Wah, you people aren't rich, but quite lucky to have a brainy daughter in your family!" It's both flattering and stinging at the same time. I'm going to show them, fuck you, I'll be a fucking millionaire, and I'm going to be great. Just watch.

I'm not using a sob story to instil any moral values or whatsoever. I think even if I was rich, I'd still study hard because I'm just driven that way. But because I'm not, I don't take it easy. I don't expect my parents to be able to bail me out if I fail, or for them to buy me expensive stuff, I know how to think for myself. Life is short, and you require ambition to live a full life. Think I'm being intense? You can be carefree and so on. But in 10 years, let's see.

So yea, I'm going to be as smart as I can, as good as I can, and I'm going to make everyone know that I come from a good family, whether we're rich or not. I'm polite, I know culture, and I'm going far in life. I'm not smart, but with a will there's a way. No one is looking down on me ever again. Mark my words.

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Tuesday, November 1, 2011
I Know
I wonder what it is about me that prevents others from forming attachments to me. It's like there's some huge barrier around me.

I mean, sure I'm friendly. People talk to me, laugh, hang out, but ultimately, when it comes to choosing a lab partner or taking BFF shots or so on, they don't call me. I'm always "the friend" never the best friend.

I think it's partly my own doing. I dislike doing anything clingy or cheesy. I don't know why. I never make the effort to send a text ( wanna go for lunch?) when I do I feel desperate and annoying and so on so I don't. I wait for people to ask me, and when they don't I just slink away. No wonder I don't have any real attachments. I don't commit to anything, not even a fucking friendship.

Some days I wish I was more normal.

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