Aftermath

Hey.
My effort was meaningless to you.
I know it is true. You were in denial for the first 5 minutes and declined me 20 minutes right after my confession, which I held for almost 3 months and spent one full month thinking and writing about it.

You don’t really care about any of my efforts because most probably, whatever and however I treated you was probably just your average-ways-of-your-great-friends treating you.
You didn’t bother to wear my shoes and look from my perspective, because after all I don’t have anything that can bind you to me, well at least not yet.
And our relationship doesn’t have anything special to it, you were not being entirely honest with me.

Our relationship was so fake that I couldn’t believe I fell for you, for it. It was so plastic that I couldn’t believe that I was toyed by the level that I believe you treated me just the reverse of whomever was backstabbing me, the kind and silent way. I loved you so dearly and everything but you only look at me as nothing more than a “colleague”. I see. You made your point.

All of us talks with each other. And you were not being entirely honest or in my dictionary, “proposing lies cleverly” would be the best definition. You said that you wanted somebody whom has the financial stability. You never said that you wanted somebody that is better than you academically. You said that to the others. Practically, you are saying that you don’t want me because I don’t have the qualification, because I am stupid, that is all!

Stop trying to be kind-hearted, just tell me straight-forward, because if there is any problem I can fix, I’ll do it, but if I can’t, well then I could stop hoping! How foolish for me to be thinking that I could still try to chase you, after hearing for them you said that.

I was really hoping that you will open your eyes and invest in me, because after all it doesn’t seems like I am failing. I am reaching toward success, and I tell you, if there’s still some love inside me towards you, I’ll gladly accept you.

I am born to win, no matter what.
Except the struggle it takes, the motivation I have is taking toll on me. And if you’re willing to invest in me, you’ll wish for no better man other than me, because eventually I’ll win this game. I’ll make you the happiest woman alive. I’ll change and strive to be a very good looking guy, with a very stable financial, and a good Muslim too, at that.

But once this love fades away, you can do whatever it takes, I can’t and won’t love you anymore when it reaches beyond that point.

Soulless

It’s hurt. It hurts so bad. 

My worst year is probably 2017. This utter defeats for sure demolished 2016’s challenge much more than I could think. Because I can read the consequence coming henceforth. My love life is definitely one-sided and not reciprocated, and it’s going to take such a huge toll on my body. On my mental state. Till then, I’ll try my best to keep updating this alter ego’s diary until I succumbs to the void, to my eternal mind block-death.

I am stupid. I should have known. I should have listened to my brain, not my heart. Now, how am I going to live? All hope is lost. I could stare in the dark and I can’t see anything like I used to do.

IT’S FUCKING HURT!

I am trying real hard, I am struggling, hustling, and those efforts went down the drain. It’s hard to lift my fingers to type these shits. I can’t do this..

I should run away. Run away from everything. Go off grid. I should get away from everybody. I am dangerous.. and moving.

?

Can you hear that?

They are calling for me..

??

Who are you?

Who are you?

I don’t even know myself anymore. This is so not me..

Good night.

 

Obsession

I am your below-average-guy.

I have nothing that most people can be impressed with.

I am a bird with a broken wing.

I am a worthless prince.

I possess everything and nothing.

Wait, let me rephrase that. I can possess everything but I am possessing nothing. To be honest, I am actually a prince but a prince with all these weaknesses. And right now, I am obsessed with a woman. An Angel. She’s the one that I think would suit me the most.

No.. yes.. no? Yes?

I have no idea. I am already starting my first step towards being a lunatic. I can’t control my mind. Sometimes, I am very strong. And most of the times, I am at my weakest point. I just can’t control myself. Especially my mind.

I love her and I wanted her so bad, but she doesn’t look my way. She doesn’t admire me. She sugarcoats her words when she was talking about myself to me, because she is just that kind of a person, she does not want to hurt me.

When I look at general perspective, she can’t be any luckier than having a guy like me. But when I look back onto her and my angle, I am definitely is not worthy to be at her side. She have everything. She have all those friends she never tells me about, or basically not worth mentioning to somebody like me.

She have the world, she have the looks, she have the fans, she gets all the attentions, she earns the trust from everybody around her, she gets along with people easily, she is completely the opposite of me. Even sometimes, my heart tried to convince me that, the main factor of her is the opposite of me is the reason why I need to get her, because different poles attract each other.

But, it doesn’t work in the real world. People with opposites criteria just don’t fit with each other. I am terribly down and confused and depressed when I goes into my mind palace and opened a drawer of our life story, and looked over on how I don’t deserve her.

But my heart always try to convince me that I should fight for her. And my brain tells me to stop and just keep on being sad and move on. And my heart provided me with proofs that she are in need of somebody and she’s looking for it. And my brain told me that I am right in front of her, and she is still looking. With that being said, she can’t even see me or she pushed me aside in her mind.

We spent a lot of times together, but it was only memorable to me, I believe. And I think only I enjoyed every moment I spent together with her. And we never took a picture together. And we never truly talked about each other to each other. And we never really shared anything together. And never really enjoyed anything together. And we never really look at something from the same perspective together.

I think I should move on. I made a promise to confess to her. On her birthday. But I think I just can’t do it. I just can’t. It’s hard. I think I’ll cry myself dry and then continue crying the next day and the day after that. But the next day, my heart will start convincing again. And my brain will stop me. And it goes on a loop. And there is me, lying in the middle amidst of this fight, obsessed with somebody that could never be mine.

I am crazy in love. I am crazily stupid.

Dear crush, I love you so much. Drop me a hint, or drop me from your life.

Expressing my 2AM thoughts

Deep down inside, I felt like everything is going not the way I want it.

Deep down inside, I felt like everything is falling apart.

Deep down inside, I knew that I have to fix everything.

Deep down inside, I knew I am not strong enough to fix everything.

But everybody seems to rely on me, and still thinks that I am unreliable.

Hundred of efforts and one mistake, the mistake is forever remembered. This sort of thing seems to be embedded in our typical mind, thinking that once you made a mistake, you’re out of the game. I am not perfect. I just wish to be the best but sometimes I have my limit. I want to stay in your mind. I wanted to be the one to save your lonely soul. Why can’t you notice me? Why are you still afraid to tell your friends about me? Am I really that ‘nobody’ that telling people about me will taint your reputation?

Why are you guys forcing me to do things I don’t want? I wanted to chase my ambition. I am nobody. I don’t have certificate. I don’t have good soft skills. I can’t communicate well. People can’t understand me. All I am good at is my own passion. I wanted to achieve something. I wanted to achieve a lot of things. I wanted to prove whatever I am doing to be correct and successful. It is hard though with all these distractions. I am invisible to most, but the shiniest to the needy. Life is unfair. Life is hard.

Dear angel, I miss you.

 

 

Jade Topaz

Topaz is different. Topaz is definitely not a random dot in this whole system of universe. He is created for a purpose; he is not just another glitch in this mega system the God created in the first place. This is a story I would like to jot down, before I capitulate myself to schizophrenia. I believe I developed myself an unsound mind, unable to differentiate myself between needs and wants. This is about a crush I have all the time in my mind, welcome to my life. I am Jade and I want to tell a story about this crush I have on Topaz.

 

Topaz is a vogue-kind of a guy. He has a crazy but easy-going attitude and it’s easy for him to befriend with anyone, so it’s not hard for me to introduce my friends to him. He’ll always able to get close to them without troubles. So I brought my friends and introduced them to him. We were like a squad, always move together without leaving anybody behind. Topaz is a very generous guy, he never let us spend any money if we are with him. He always tries to treat everybody and shares whatever he has despites what we have given to him.

 

So I used to ask my friends to flirt him, well you know because the way I see it, he is the kind that always plays hard to get. Topaz is probably not the kind of the one whom succumbs to girls easily. Main reasons were because of his vogue-ness and only God knows how long he has been single for, I dare to bet for sure that he already opens his heart for nobody, only for the chosen one.

 

Learning these facts, despite the hardness I managed to inveigle a friend of mine to take him on, to open his closed heart for her, because I knew that she won’t be able to do it lest leaving me unharmed to learn the risk to attempt the undertaking of breaching an unmovable wrought iron heart. Well you see, most great heroes’ stories tell us that when a quest is given, a lot of champions will come and try, but the best and the last will come after learning one or two things, so here I am. Waiting for the chance. Learning and figuring out what do I need to do, creating myself a fail-safe trial.

 

A lot of things I ushered to my dear friend, starting from impromptu movie tickets I pre-ordered for them, a couple seat for them, I even wheedle my friend to ask her greets him at the movie’s entrance, asked her to buy him snacks, positioned them together when we were out drinking, I deliberately came late to a gathering so that they can be together for a short while, even asking her to invite Topaz personally to lunch date. All of it fails. Topaz seems to understand the situation so that few tries after, he dodged every requests from my friend.

 

In the middle of the progression, my heart was hooked and I was tortured by the fact that I am really in love, but only one-sided. I introduced my friends to him, and now they are getting close to him to the most unacceptable part in my honest opinion, talking about personal matters. I can’t accept this. It makes me feel very sad because I was the only one whom used to talk about problem and personal stuff, and now he’s talking about it to them. Topaz never talked about his history to others. I can’t let this continue. I will lose him forever if I do keep this thing up. I need to fight to win. I need to mend my heart once again, not to lose because if I do, I’ll die. I am not strong on my own. I need somebody to fight this world with. And he is over there, still taking to my friends, enjoying every chitchat and ignoring me only to use me at his advantage.

One cloudy day, I decided to cut off every feeling I have towards Topaz. I can’t do this. It’s hurt. Ittai ni boku wa kokoro. It’s hurt. My heart, I can’t take it. I started acting cold towards him. I must be cruel to him so that he will start distancing himself from me, and I could finally hate him silently and in peace. I even talked to Topaz about what’s on my mind and thing gets really awkward. He said that one thing I really feel so suicidal about. You have changed. I feel like I don’t know you anymore. You caused this to me. I am madly in love with you. Why can’t you see as I see and feel what I feel? I am so frightened of the fact that he won’t be able to see me anymore. My heart and my mind was arguing about letting him erase my existence completely from his life, or to hustle and struggle for his attention.

 

Not even a day I could proceed without seeing him in front of my eyes. When we were together, I wore my mask properly. I can’t let Topaz sees me like this. He will get the ideas of me being feeble. I can’t let him know that deep down inside, I am dying to cry on his shoulder, to hug him, to kiss him! An opportunity presented itself afterward, without second thoughts, I unexpectedly invited Topaz to a lunch date. Without hesitation I voiced out my inner thought, “Topaz would you like to eat lunch with me?” and to my surprise, he said himself that he was really starving. He accepted my invitation and I can feel my heart shedding tears of joy deep inside.

 

The chapter of Jade and Topaz begins. We went out together. Eat together. In a complete silence. The silence is deafening… Is this love? Or am I being tedious? I tried to break the silence with topics to talk about… but I completely have no idea how! I made fun of him, the way he ate his food. Honestly, that was stupid but he laughed! At least our mini-date is not that dull. Starting from that moment, we used to go out often, always the both of us and I was like, these are the collection of the best moments in my life when your crush is very supportive, willing to go out with you and stuff.

 

Another idea came to me. I told him I am willing to let him in into a gossip I recently learned. I asked him to promise me that he will not go arounds spreading to the others. I am taking this chance to mini-confess to him and sees his reaction. If he acted well, I proceed and pour out everything I brewed inside and if he didn’t, I will just switch the topic to the real gossip I brought with me. Well, he did act weird and I was kind of feeling sad, so I told him it was a joke and tell him the gossip. I kept the confession just to myself and hoping that he will forget whatever I told him.

 

There was one time I texted him saying that there’s something lingering on my mind that I worries so much about, when in actuality, I worries about him but I really cannot bring myself to say it to him. I really can’t. I was worrying about him looking too good and I can’t contest another girl for him. I am unready for the fact that he has another crush anywhere; be it on social media and whatnots.

 

I expected that if I can make Topaz look a little bit unattractive, I will be able to keep him. But he is far out of my league… when he hangs out with his friends, I am feeling so small and ignoble. With my average look, and the freckles on my face, my short stature, my medium-sized body, it’s hard to feel good. Despite my appearance, he will always say good things about me to his friends. I feel disgusted of myself. I have nothing that can be compared to his friend. I feel useless. I can feel it from the looks from his friends, they are looking at me disparagingly with a lot of uncertainty. Or so I thought. I am not a mind reader. I downed myself, thank you brain for doing this to me. I started to overthink. He is handsome. I am not matched to be with him. With all the efforts and energy left inside me, I once again decide to surrender. Because for me, the definition of love is when you are ready to sacrifice everything for the one you love. And this is mine. I am willing to let go of him so that I will not taint his appearance, his profile, his dignity, his everything! I told Topaz, please stop talking about me in front of your friends. I don’t like when people know things about me when in fact I do, but I assume that his friends will be curious about me and then ended up feeling disappointed, saying he could have chosen a better person, yeah?

 

I am broken into pieces. My heart is frozen. My self-esteemed went down the drain. I feel weak, helpless, useless, alone in this world and the mirror is betraying me. Stop showing my ugly nature, I am not beautiful! Why can’t I be like them? Why can’t I be like the cool kids? Why must I bear the fate of this ugly body and not the body of a model, with the face of artists, with the voice of nightingales? Depression and anxiety consumed me. I feel lazy to continue my life. Moreover, I was furious. It was his fault. It IS his fault. Topaz is at wrong here. If he did not steal my heart in the first place, I would not have ended up like this! I would not be mentally-ill! Why do you ask? He came back, asks me to tell him everything. I shared with him a little bit of my feelings but towards a ghost identity, I could not bring myself to tell him that in reality, I do love him. I create a persona and tell him how much I ‘loved’ that persona and I could not even finish it, he already told me to cry. I am not going to tell anyone. Just cry. Don’t keep it inside. I’ll listen.

 

What?

 

I was speechless. Hey, I am strong, okay! I don’t need to cry in front of you! Hmph! In reality, I almost cried a river but it is obvious that with my ego as high as the blue skies, I won’t cry in front of my lovely crush as white as the snow angel and as beautiful as the shiny sun! Topaz, the warmth of his voice reached me and thaws my frozen heart and I believe I can learn to love, again. So back to the story, I told him about my past relationship and shared with him almost everything. Topaz shared about her past relationship too and how both of us thought that maybe both of us are not destined to be in relationship, only businesses. Talking about coincidence, eh? Maybe that’s the thing we have in common, business. I like to learn the art of trading, so do him. That’s what I guess the things that keeping us together so that we could have these kind of talks, because if not for it, we are usually not fitted to talk with each other given the huge difference in our age.

 

More or less about me, yes I do confess that my past relationships were always with older men, tad bit older than myself. I can’t bring myself to date young boy or the one with same ages as me, well because they are boys, not men! They did not face the horror of life yet, and I am looking for a man to love forever… once and for all. I wanted to love, like how Russian says, что любовь навсегда that is to chto lyubov’ navsegda, to love forever. Why my relationship did not work out so far? Maybe because I am not truly 23. On different aspect of life (apart of love life), my mind is on the very next level. The way I look at the world is probably different. So I wanted somebody older that possesses a mature mind. But believe me when I say this, I don’t want to date a 40-ishes man! I wish to date somebody with the mind of 40 but with the looks of somebody around my age. A lot of factors, to be honest.

[more to continue, will update later]

Obstacles

Dear you.

I am writing this to reply to you on what you sent to my WhatsApp 3 am last night.

First of all, I too, would like to say thanks to you because the past year has been great and meaningful to me. You filled my heart once again although temporarily. Now I am going to explain everything starting from my behaviour, my emotional changes, my wants and needs.

Truthfully, I changed a lot because of you. Maybe that is one of the reason why I am always thinking two to five steps ahead, because I’ve dated a lot of older women than my age. Including you. I have to thank you again for that. I learnt a lot of new things with you.

So, as you know and well informed, I am a college dropout. So the pressure on me is larger than what people think and see. That’s why I always stressed out about making money. About getting money. About getting rich. About making my cash stacks fat. You in other side, forcing me to marry you as soon as possible. Yes, I had the idea, I had the plan, but most of the times, we can’t force a plan to go into motion according to the pace that we wanted. I know we solved this quite some times before, but you have to understand, my love for you slowly dissipates over time, and was being replaced by struggle.

Because you are turning your needs into my needs. I don’t need marriage yet, I need stability. I am sacrificing my youth for the sake of retiring rich.

I don’t need jealousy, and I don’t need moral supports. I need real supports. And by that, I do mean to expand my network by and within your school. By doing that, we can set our plan into motion faster than before. But you were not serious. I wanted to win this game, I need supports, I can carry all the plan but who am I if nobody wanted to support me?

So, my plan to expand the network using you as one of the influenced students there, failed. So I guess I have to go for the other way. That’s why I abandoned my time for you. I expanded my network somewhere else. I develop relationship with new person, new friends, new team, duplicating whatever knowledge I gained. And I did fare a small network which I can gladly invite you if you wanted to be a part of my Y-Generation Team.

And now, I am with a special somebody, building my own company from the scratch, I have a lot of plans to lay out, to execute, and I have definitely zero times for lovey-dovey if there’s no money related in the relationship. To be honest, my feeling for you was true. What I said was real. But after a small discussion in my own mind palace, from me to myself, a part of me felt like this is not love, what I am feeling. I am feeling pity towards you, not love. And what it is to be in a relationship with somebody once all you are feeling towards them is out of pity, zero love whatsoever?

So, I convinced myself, I was not in love. I was in a pity for others. I was being pitiful at you. And that was what I unnecessarily needed, because I am in a middle of a lot of business. I was expecting we are going to talk money, how to gain money, how to start trading, what kind of business we could do, and when to execute. But you were always with your clumsy friends, and how they mistreated you and you cannot even stand up for yourself. Maybe for the first few times, I will be able to tolerate. But I am a business man. And that is what I do. I kept myself away, trying to not breaking up with you so that maybe one day, one fine day, the feeling of pity will fade away and the love will come back. I kept myself away. I talked with my special someone, I talked with friends, I enjoyed every moments with them although sometimes I was hurt. But if you ever needed anything, I am ready to help. Just say it. After all my efforts, I managed to raise quite small cash stacks, I have probably around RM25k in my savings, but that won’t be enough. Not even to buy a car, to buy a house, whatsoever. But if you ever need money to eat, or something, let me know.

I’ll gladly help.

So, we can still be friend, you can still look out for me if you need advises or cash or even helps, but I guess our relationship is officially over. And I am looking forward to pursuit this one fine woman, I’ll let you know in due time. She’s beautiful, she’s intelligent, she is adorable, she is a very enticing and alluring women (well maybe only in my eyes) and she’s older than me and perhaps more mature and able to match my complicated, confusing and complexed level of thinking.

So, we split our way here. There’s a lot of mistakes I did, I am sorry for that. And please make it halal for what ever I ate, I drank, I took from you. Hustle for your future, and the best shall come. Thank you again. See ya somewhere.

Macam mana nak guna Clashbot!

1. Install Bluestacks

2. Torrent clashbot (virus free/scanned/tested) http://kat.cr/clashbot-6-3-0-autoit-t10583236.html

3. Install COC dekat Bluestacks

4. Unzip Clashbot, set up

5. Synchronize account dari Bluestacks untuk main village sendiri. (Kalau Android, login bluestacks menggunakan account GooglePlay, kalau pakai iOS, guna link new device old device etc)

6. Bukak file Clashbot tadi, run COC Bot_Obfuscated.

7. Atur setting ikut kemampuan townhall sendiri