A modern day girl sees the world as it. She lives by the rules of her parents and those around her. At times she may disobey these rules and go against everyone else, just like every other modern day girl. In her face it can be seen that she is filled with happiness yet something disturbs her within. Like in a cartoon where theres a devil on one shoulder and an angel on another, both showing her different paths. Confusion fills her and somehow, just somehow she listens to the little devil which manages to persuade her to the darker side. From that day on, she no longer saw the world as it, but rather than all the imperfections it had. She criticized people not caring for who they are and losing respect for everyone. She was out of control and yet she couldn't do anything about it. As the day ends and once she is in the comforts of her own room, her bed and everything which made up this different world where she could be whoever she wanted to be and couldn't be judge, whether it was good, or bad. She would cry herself to sleep at night, not wondering what she has done wrong but why no matter what she does it doesn't satisfy her, as if everything was wasted effort to ensure everyone's happiness and in the end caused her to relinquish as she could no longer do anything. She gave it all up, her family, her friends, her world...
my, my, my.
that's a disastrous story. i think i might stick to my normal blogs such as telling the whole world who probably don't care about how my day went and what i'd done throughout the day. at least i know that whatever i do write i can't be criticised because that is me and that's how i live my life.
boxing, i dont want to say it but I TOLD YOU SO (and not you PJ). I said it would be fun, but hey no one ever listens to me right, because i'm just me, what do i know. stupid stupid little grow who's meant to be mature and the person whom everyone looks up to as their role model. but no more complaining because i know that my complaints are useless in this world. i let it out in boxing. i was and still am tired but maybe it was worth it maybe it wasn't enough. i just want to keep punching something or throw something or anything because clearly things are still the same. i'm still the same jasmine with the same jasminesss and yeah. i'm making my dad buy me boxing gloves now. take it out on him. even though he doesn't deserve it, my family is the last group of people i would blame for this state in which i'm in. so boxing, it was good.
do you remember my friend. his such a man. i mean his name even says that he's a man. well he's terrificly awesome and there's no doubt about that. maybe this friendship is v. awesome and i'm quite glad that it is what it is. anything that alters what this thing is/has could probably make things worse and right now that would be a bad thing. so yes. highlight of my day. having a man as my friend. well wouldn't that be your highlight too. i can't believe i'm so mean tho. i don't mean to be. i'm just trying to look out for him. maybe my ways aren't the right ways but i try.
I want to box right now.
i had dinner today. like not outside in a flashy restaurant or at some friend's house. just at home with the family. it was like any other day. but i don't know i just realised it. we talk at the table. that's what usually happens anyway. except when at least one person is not in the mood. then there's this silence which i wish just go aways but whatever it's nice. best part, teasing sunshine and getting her into trouble.
I'm good at making stuff up.
Though I'm a miserable liar.
This day, has been quite even.
28th October.
Get it ?
