Happiness?

Being happy is overrated. Happiness ; An agreeable feeling or condition of the soul arising from good fortune or propitious happening of any kind; the possession of those circumstances or that state of being which is attended with enjoyment; the state of being happy; contentment; joyful satisfaction; felicity; blessedness. It was stated being happy, one uses less muscle and hence less energy than being sad or something similar.

Somehow this type of emotional joy always eluded me. Not that i didn't try. I mean, to be happy somehow somewhere means you should either had the feeling of being cared, being remembered and also being remembered as some"one".


I used to think this is true. To some unlucky individuals out there, i am just a mess. An ignorant fool who didn't know his own place in his own small world. While to some really good people out there, i'm a caring friend, honest and compassionate about the things he wants and about to do. These are what i used to believe in. Alright i'm not free of mistakes as well. I did my own share of mistakes that probably change the whole list of my friends. Ending up having only a few. A few that might really remembers me that is.

I suppose shan't dwell in this depression mood. I should at least try to lie to my emotionless blog that i'm happy. Typing in my cold , undivided room all alone.

a long long time....

there's just something about me that can't make myself stop doing a certain thing or some things. For example;

1) i will never get enough of sweet stuffs. ( ABC, Kuih's , )

2) badminton (doubles or singles)

3) games (pcs or ps)

4) reading (haha...unexpected? only on those which highlights serial n notorious killers)

and a whole lot more~!

i won't try to bore you with all those silly details.


Someone once asked me; why are you still single? This is such a lifeless question but i answer it anyways (i'm such a GG = good guy :) ). And i said "i grew tired of loving..." sarcastically of course.

Much to my amazement, we end up talking the whole night about the why's and what's that causes me to say so. One of the "why" according to her is that someone hurt me so much that i got scared of loving. LoLs. To be honest, these type of stuff are really not in my head everyday. So i don't bother much. But when i got home and all alone; it got me thinking, am I really afraid of loving someone? i wonder.......