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100th post anniversary.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Makes me think. Dear old hilary; my only silent companion, my conscience, my friend, my diary. Glanced heavily through my diary of '07. Makes me jerk tears. I was like that back then. So bitchy, so pathetic, so alone, so like my sister, so strong. I almost dont regconise. I have really changed. I know I have. I know its for the better. No one can tell me whether i changed for better or worse except my conscience herself; cause i trust her, developed her, moulded her, trained her and changed her. This year. So many new friends. Compared to of the previous years; I'm a socialite. In the past, a bitchy loner. I miss that loner who got called by others, who thought extremely full of herself, who stayed strong and did not break down. I'm proud of myself, dear god. More proud than i'm ashamed of myself. Even though i was extremely arrogant, extremely backstabbing and mean, and alone. I managed to be what i am today. I managed to survive that period of hardship. I managed to change. For the conscience-ly good. The mistakes, the flaws, the hardships i had in the past, I'm thankful. The mistakes; i learn from them and change. The flaws; i work on them and change. The hardships; I overcome them and change. Coming to New Town i know, i know was, IS a good choice. Getting 233, i'm thankful, if not i would have been that girl till i meet the clique of freinds i had made relationships with only this year. After all that being said, irony is left the last streak of flavour on my tongue. I missed those days. I missed my old self. I missed having been that miserable. Then when i really became a hiro nakamura, i would splurge ironic chunks; and repeat this post on this every day again. I thank god for everything. From human nature, to inavoidable experiences no matter pleasant or sour, to colourful personalities, to this planet earth and to what i am and have today. Tears spilled for colourful emotions i had this night at the keyboards on the study table with my dear friend hilary in sight; exposed. And a lady gaga poster just atop; exposed too. Would you spare some of your salty water for my words and for what is worth? There is a red and white column to your left. Hey, its my blog's 100th post anniversary. EDITED by JEAN at 5:14 AM
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