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I have been doing a lot of stalking blog-hopping recently. You can't exactly blame me, I'm really bored at home. I can't go out and meet up with my friends. I can't interact with the outside world. I don't know what's going on anymore. I don't have a life.

I'd been really down these few days. But I find it so hard to just express my thoughts and feelings into this blog. I was paranoid about unwanted people reading my blog, and me pouring out too much might lead to unnecessary disaster.

On the other hand, I'm reluctant to lock my blog from the eyes of nosy parkers. For one thing, it's troublesome to go through the procedures of getting my friends' emails and inviting them one by one to read my blog.

There's a story to it.

I told a loved one yesterday something. Something about me that as much as I don't want to admit it, it's true. I finally got the guts to talk to someone about it.

One of the hate comments I got on Formspring claimed I was an attention-crazy person. Well, that's exaggerated. But I'm going to come clean about this particular something.

I love attention. That, I won't deny anymore. In my humble opinion, everybody loves some attention once in awhile. My point is proven by the anonymous coward(s) who is/are leaving hate comments in my Fomspring. All he/she/they/it wanted was some attention from my friends and myself. I only replied them only because, (a) I found it amusing and entertaining to receive hate comments and (b) it gave me something to kill time with.

So I still want my blog to be seen by all. It makes me feel like my blog is actually interesting enough to be read by people. I had always felt that my writings are really boring, compared to how other people seem to write.

I don't care who views my blog anymore. Go ahead and read whatever you want. I don't see how it benefits you anyway.

I don't give a damn if you mind whether I'm using vulgarities or not. Whether I'm minding my language or not. Whether my English is perfect or not. Whether I have to apparently put on an act that I seem to be the apparent innocent disciplined student you see in school.

It's not like I'm commiting some crime and I'm out on the run to avoid getting caught by the police. I'm not breaking any school rules or the law even, so you can't sue me.

Gossip about me, I'm not bothered whether it makes me famous or infamous.

As long as I stick to what I believe in and it makes me happy, I'm satisfied.

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It’s not an English name I came up with for myself. My mother is indeed a genius in coming up with such a splendid name for me. Although my name has been unfortunately mutilated (nicknames are excluded) over the past years, full credits to my mum for my current identity.

I’m certainly looking forward to changing the word ‘patient’ to ‘survivor’! If you’re interested to read about my journey in battling lymphoma, you can click here to proceed to my cancer blog.

Ironic, I know; this blog is mainly pink instead. I like all colours actually, but I find myself having an affinity to the colour green. In fact, I can safely say that green is my soul colour.

Languages, music, fashion, photography, cultures, dance, literature, writing; just about anything, really. The arts truly intrigue me, especially thought-provoking pieces. Of course, the arts play a major role in inspiring me in my everyday life.

I don’t have a favourite genre – I read any book that interests me!

I am a trained right-hander from young, since apparently being left-handed is considered ‘wrong’. Basically, I’m ambidextrous! No wonder I find it easier to air guitar using my left hand than my right; I simply relate to the arts than subjects that deal with logical thinking better, too.

A stubborn Bull I am, too. I abhor being rushed. I prefer doing matters at my own reasonable pace. I don’t particularly like changes in my routine, but I can adapt quite easily. I’m a very practical person as well. I enjoy the beautiful things in life, but that doesn’t make me shun ugliness at all. Besides, it all depends on how one perceives beauty. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder!

Still am, but I’m slowly learning to accept imperfection into my life. Also, I’m doing my best to erase the many expectations I have so I could one day master the art of letting go and freeing myself to simple happiness and joy.

Compared to before, I’m less dramatic nowadays. Language-wise, I attempt to blog flawlessly in English and speak proper English online with my peers. Call me a Grammar Nazi all you want, but that’s how I roll. I only converse in perfect English in formal situations and during my dramatic outbursts. Otherwise, I’m absolutely capable of communicating like the average Malaysian!

It’s a different issue altogether when you’re forced to learn for the sake of getting good grades, though. Other than that, I’m open to new information and knowledge anytime! I especially would like to learn more languages and pick up new musical instruments.

…are just some of the things I would love to do in the near future, hopefully!

the basic rules apply. If you respect me, I’ll respect you. If you happen to be someone who has low EQ skills, I’ll try to be tolerant but my patience is definitely limited. I’m observant when it comes to human behaviour. I’m a person of many opinions, but I don’t voice them out unless I trust you enough; I’m very honest and candid when it comes to the people I can trust. Even though I trust very easily, not everybody can prove that they’re all that nice. Hurt me, and I’ll only defend myself if necessary. Hurt my family or my friends – you won’t find me holding back.

Is there anything else you would like to know about me?
Throw me your questions and/or doubts here! I honestly have nothing to hide, so you’ll expect the truth and nothing but the truth.

It’s only how I phrase my answers that you’ll have to be aware of.
Or…you can click hereto go back to reading!

©Leilockheart.
I have been doing a lot of stalking blog-hopping recently. You can't exactly blame me, I'm really bored at home. I can't go out and meet up with my friends. I can't interact with the outside world. I don't know what's going on anymore. I don't have a life.

I'd been really down these few days. But I find it so hard to just express my thoughts and feelings into this blog. I was paranoid about unwanted people reading my blog, and me pouring out too much might lead to unnecessary disaster.

On the other hand, I'm reluctant to lock my blog from the eyes of nosy parkers. For one thing, it's troublesome to go through the procedures of getting my friends' emails and inviting them one by one to read my blog.

There's a story to it.

I told a loved one yesterday something. Something about me that as much as I don't want to admit it, it's true. I finally got the guts to talk to someone about it.

One of the hate comments I got on Formspring claimed I was an attention-crazy person. Well, that's exaggerated. But I'm going to come clean about this particular something.

I love attention. That, I won't deny anymore. In my humble opinion, everybody loves some attention once in awhile. My point is proven by the anonymous coward(s) who is/are leaving hate comments in my Fomspring. All he/she/they/it wanted was some attention from my friends and myself. I only replied them only because, (a) I found it amusing and entertaining to receive hate comments and (b) it gave me something to kill time with.

So I still want my blog to be seen by all. It makes me feel like my blog is actually interesting enough to be read by people. I had always felt that my writings are really boring, compared to how other people seem to write.

I don't care who views my blog anymore. Go ahead and read whatever you want. I don't see how it benefits you anyway.

I don't give a damn if you mind whether I'm using vulgarities or not. Whether I'm minding my language or not. Whether my English is perfect or not. Whether I have to apparently put on an act that I seem to be the apparent innocent disciplined student you see in school.

It's not like I'm commiting some crime and I'm out on the run to avoid getting caught by the police. I'm not breaking any school rules or the law even, so you can't sue me.

Gossip about me, I'm not bothered whether it makes me famous or infamous.

As long as I stick to what I believe in and it makes me happy, I'm satisfied.

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