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RAMBLINGS
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Been days since i blogged.. i had so much to catch up with.. projects, e-learning, tests, exams..
Charmaine said something last night on msn.. she talked about her probs somewhat abt r/s which reminds me of my past..
I stood by the window, and watched the crimson sunset. gentle wind sweep across my face somewhat like an answer to the rain's call. but only to find tears. how i wished i could share this perfect scenerio, only with another pair of eyes, someone else by my side, someone who knew how much we've been thru... with no words spoken or said, yet deep inside us is an endless conversation formed, with mature understanding and agreement..
someone... somewhere...
the landscape was a beauty. well, as usual. i can see a range of red to pink stretch across the horizon. my heart sank. things are beautiful but all in all it has to come to an end. one must understand nothing last in this word.
im not myself. i hated myself. sometimes i just wanna be happy, other times i rather be left alone, solemn. everything is just too much to take. but im strong, i go on. i always tell myself, if it was somebody else, i'd pretty much doubt the person would be living on today. can the dead be brought back? people only cherish things when they are gone, or lost, forever. so when one is dead, they only realised how impt he/she is. So does it mean that one has to really die... until the other would realise the impotance? if only one can die, and be back alive..
Every living life means hope. I'll live on to see the light in my life.
Random Quote: To live is to die - MetallicA
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