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Thursday, October 26, 2006

I managed to catch a wink that, actually my mum is having a nap. A nap which sets me afar into deep thoughts. At this gloomy afternoon with blows of cooling wind into the house, not only I'm feeling sleepy. But my parent who's always slogging and busy with the household chores. A woman who's hard and never once seem to fall. Now she's actually intolerant of the immense tiredness after standing strong for so long.




It's just this moment, that actually we don't understand the people around us. It's often a fad to be misunderstood from point to point of time. But when we choose to be understood in terms of our feelings by selfishness of hard defensing and at the same time, mild offending the other party through rudeness, how well will the other party even bother to touch our hearts and make us feel so warm?






Talk, not shout dude.



Since you left me dead laid here ;
[4:59 PM]