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Sunday, December 17, 2006

The creep night crawls in, salvaging parts and bits of me slowly, slowly... It's never the least a convention to expect no rings throughout and hearty words spoke all day long.. Maybe it wasn't long, but the crowded street I walked felt like there was no one at all, who knows me. I'm affirmed this that I swear upon three generations before mine, I can handle this piece of may-be-prolonged self-stand, but what is daunting me is obviously that aftermath decision.



I remembered after O's, my group of friends including myself flickered amongst the many jobs available, coming to only one resolution. If it were to be a job offered in the Retail field, most of them would have told you, " I have no fcuking experience. " Resourcing from a very good rebut in my Social Studies textbook, " If they don't give us a chance to learn, we will never get hold of any experience. " If latter shall you feel what I've typed above is nothing as substance to prove my stand, I'll give you another one. My cousin usually buy uncommon or rather, never-seen-in-my-life snacks or food from Taiwan when she returns. I freaked upon those ugly sides of black-coloured small quail eggs, or chicken ones. I didn't dare to try it, and she told me, " It's real tasty, furthermore, you haven't even tried one, how would you know?" I took one and sent it into my mouth....





For the rest of the afternoon, that whole packet of 'black ugly eggs' was in that protective possession of mine.







A bitter story I've got to know:


There was this girl, let's name her Evangeline. And of course not to be missed, a guy Llyod. They spoke in unison and poured concern and love on each other every single moment, be it in matters of thoughts when they aren't linked in any communications, or when something brought them together;which happened to be their sweetest moments. Everything clicked so well that none the people around them knew that they are actually not a couple. To Evangeline, all she knew was Llyod, and vice versa. One day, Evangeline told Llyod, I love you, but something is holding me back from being your girlfriend. Fluster, he asked, "what ?" showing his keen eagerness to know.




"I'm afraid that I have to study overseas and I don't want you to be restricted and furthermore, no having anyone by your side when you fall."




"I love you and I'm ready for that, we can work it out."



"No, it wouldn't be fair for you."



"We can work things out, who knows things will be much better? So what if it's unfair to me? I'm willing to , I love you more than anything that I'm really willing to suffer in unjust, to you, for your sake."


"No."







For that part, my heart almost teared into bitter parts. For all along there was nothing in between them but love, what's the barrier that came in to them stopping them as an heavy obstacle. Why can't love be overseas, why can't love push the boundaries and heartily enjoy the company of one another, especially when Llyod love Evangeline so much ? And what's more, how would Evangeline long had anticipated this sour fate before they get into official status handling a long-distance relationship?



Love... ?






Saddening isn't it ? With that fearful mind I shall close my night and wake up for another fight. Myself; for few ten over days to go. I miss you, already.



Since you left me dead laid here ;
[9:15 PM]