Post 137

Posted by azreen | Posted in Photos | Posted on 16-02-2012

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I hope everyone understands that I needed to be a little more strict with the comments. I used to have it open, but later I couldn’t cope with the spam so I had to make you all register an account. Sometimes the spam dies down, and I did switch it back to open-letter a few times last year, but sometimes even with the login-option I get spam accounts being registered. I personally preferred open comments, since that’s actually the point of my blog in the beginning. I wanted anyone to have a chance to give their opinion about things, and encourage sharing among people, like equally. Hmm, how hanging.

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Actually what should I do? How do I recover everything that I lost? All the opportunities for me to figure out who I am, and my style of working with people and doing things. All those people who left me for their own reputation. All those experiences that I wasn’t able to have because I was chained down to the circumstances my dad made. I’m already an adult and i’m still the same meek indecisive person i was a year ago. My parents never spoke BM to me! Of course I also cannot speak. There’s always that girl who’s so eager to grow up so fast, she never listens and talks to strangers as she pleases. And the more they react, the more it builds her communication and confidence in it, and she keeps doing it. She always puts herself out there for people to listen to her ideas, and demands to know exactly what’s going on. She thought of herself as important, which is the best way you can make other people think so. Everyday I see this in every other girl I encounter, I never knew that that’s what it took for them. I never knew how charismatic people behave in situations, I just knew that everyone looks at them when they walk in. I knew the times I was being manipulated, but how was I supposed to know how to stand up for myself? Now i’m just here with all this lost time. It’s too late. I should have said that i’m too busy doing what I want. I kept thinking of myself as this pliable thing that can be pulled in all different directions, and then I forgot which way I wanted to go. How stupid. You can’t have friendship in exchange for favours. I was scared to be alone, but the truth is I was alone the whole time. I can talk to people, but ultimately i’m not really their concern, so i’m actually alone. I always said that if you don’t like me you can go, but everyone kept leaving and as much as I say i’m fine with being alone, it’s not that great. Does anyone in the world really care? I’m just a more details kind of person, so I really look at what you do and how it fits in with my beliefs. It’s not being sensitive, because you’re not experiencing it. Hmm, how hanging.

Anyway, I think that Once Upon a Time’s story took a turn for the worst on Fruit of the Poisonous Tree. Emma was already played by Mr. Gold, and now Sidney? And don’t tell me that before Emma reached that fork in the road she never needed to brake, not even once? And I thought Emma already made it clear that as sheriff she didn’t want to break anymore rules in order to show Henry you can win fair and square? And she thought the blueprints for the playground were blueprints for a lavish vacation home? And Regina should have just told Emma off about seeing Henry since the beginning, which she actually did anyway.

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