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Wednesday, November 29, 2006

When I was in the van, which made me appeared like prostitutes waiting to be sent overseas for those dirty business, thoughts indeed had their way in and out my mind without any possibility my control could have taken over. It was only this terrible day, when the max volume of iPod never managed my fingers to lower the overwhelming thunderous volume. Instead, I felt more than strange that I didn't follow the songs as they go and all I thought of was, how to start this post.



I reckoned this would be how it goes. Because today I accidentally landed myself in jeopardy, which I regret immensely upon thinking. The problem wasn't that I feel not more than happy, but it was because of my greed which got someone so crucial to me into sadness which got the better of her. If you do realise, I'm a pessimistic. The cup will always be half empty to me, and sentimental are only meant for weeping. I'm actually seeking deep refuge in my friends every moment to get over the absence of love. So much that, I actually planned an MC tomorrow. If they were to die, I will perish even instantly. Because they are already pillars in me, anchoring me to the ground and supporting me as I grow.


But yet, the bitter part of life is that I'm going to lose them one very day, and I'll still have to move on. When that day comes, I'll try my best to stay strong and move on. Over the years, I have learned to learn from mistakes and accept any flaws I may possess. Whatever consequences my flaws causes, I'm the only one to take who responsibility.


Same for you love, what happened yesterday, comes only once. You can't go back to the past because if you could, I would have travel back time to save you from your ordeal. There's no point harping on it, but only to move on and forget it. The time is here for you, to heal but not to hurt yourself. Use it wisely. Be confident, you will start seeing that everything is coming in your way, as obstacles or challenges, up to you. In life, there's only tomorrow and tomorrow. I once stuck in my many yesterdays only to realize that I'm actually courting sadness myself. What for ? Yes the images, the ugly words and unsightly scenes you will cook up will be there but they are only in your mind. Not around you. Open up, and you will see how others accept you. That will make you feel more at ease, rather than forcing self-acceptance upon you.












Be good, listen to the great words of Hawwei.



Since you left me dead laid here ;
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