I really wonder. I was reading my past entries and I realise I've not updated much about my life lately. Initially I wanted to go on a hiatus but I realise that I will be compromising my passion for blogging. And since this is the only way for me to let out the pain and the angst, I do not wish to put it aside.


I really wonder. Is my life really all about waiting? I mean, I'm waiting for the day that someone I love really loves me back for who I truly am. I'm also waiting for the day that I can actually dance properly. And also I have to wait for the day when I find true friends who do not run away from me after I reveal something about myself.


It is sad that every minute I check my handphone, hoping for someone to sms me or call me. Im deprive. hmm.... I really do not know what to say. Every day, I wake up in the morning, wait for the bus, go to school and dance. Or I would wait for the mrt and ride it all the way to Newton, to dance. People may say that I do not have a life, but that is the only way I can forget about the world that plagues me so much and go into the dancer's realm. The place where I can breathe, the place where I believe I'm me and the providence where I know my every movement is appreciated.


There were many a times when I feel that I'm unwanted. But I think I should scrap all that. Its just me I guess... Argh~ I hate my contradictory nature. So indecisive. And I'm a leader. The president. What epidemy.


"If being true to you is wrong, then I hope the false will lead you to the right. Whatever the "right" maybe." I just do not understand why I stay up till so late waiting for 'A' to call. Hmm.. it is not as though 'A' promised to call... hmm... Does anyone have a knife? Amin can't wait to cut this section of his life... who is giving him nothing but torturous burden.