Firstly..I'm truly sorry for not updating this blog since God knows when, but here I am letting out what I've been feeling and what I've been keeping all this while..Afterall this is my blog isnt it?
Love?
People say love is about letting go..No this hasn't got anything to do with Iffa..Letting go means letting go when doing so will make the party happy but when you are in love, letting go is hurtful..For example, when you quarrel and then arguments start to fall in, when you learn to forgive as soon as possible that is call letting go in a relationship..Furthermore I love Iffa and thanks Love for the skin because i wanted to run away from that emoskin blog as i believe those days were history
But this letting go has got to do with passion
Passion?
I guess its pretty obvious my passion for performing arts is just WOW!I love the way how certain things can convince people and how certain things receive applause..even cheating requires the skill of performing an art..Sacrifices after sacrifices..Hurt after hurt..Nothing ever stops me BUT
this time round, i'm just too weak..
It started with sacrificing a spot for Mega Perdana squad(a Interclub Dikir Competition In S'pore)..gave up dikir for Drama
Then somehow nothing happen and came back leading them..Thankful that went ok..
Then running everything because why?because wanting it to look good but in the end efforts were just criticised and worst still it was linked to Swine, comparing our ego..
BUT I NEVER WANTED TO BE LIKE THAT OR NEVER WOULD BE THAT
and i lost something, but that's OK cause i learn how to live with what i have and make the best of what people believe you can..I stayed strong
Now this had to happen..Why say something when in the end you never mean it?We would be prioritise but 75% were sacrificed not 50% and just because I don't appear like one i didnt get it?It was a platform i looked up too to break through but it went crashing down..
Just where did it went wrong?
I'm trying to stay strong and still hanging there because I still have jobs to do, but I'm getting weaker day by day..
Everyone has their limit..
Moral of the story
Those kind people are not those that would be taken advantage of(that's a negative thought) but those kind people are those that are further test by God to make you stronger like how Nizal phone got lost while serving justice..And i truly hope instead of getting weaker, God give me the strength to stay strong..To do what i've to do..
And like laskar pelangi..Dreams are keys to conquer the world..Group of poor boys studying in a run down school..What kept them strong were their dreams of becoming somebody and not to be what people has always stereotyped them to be which were to be coolies and they stayed strong
AND I HOPE GOD GIVES ME THE STRENGTH TO STAY STRONG(thus the post title)
Lastly toodle readers!
