<meta name='google-adsense-platform-account' content='ca-host-pub-1556223355139109'/> <meta name='google-adsense-platform-domain' content='blogspot.com'/> <!-- --><style type="text/css">@import url(//www.blogger.com/static/v1/v-css/navbar/3334278262-classic.css); div.b-mobile {display:none;} </style> </head><body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/35972960?origin\x3dhttps://cchrylthelittleone.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

sometimes we say things for a fact. sometimes we say things to lie. yet the most hurtful things to hear are things people say to convince not us but themselves. they think that by saying that they don't care makes it true. but it doesn't. the silence that follows will be the most deafening.

dreary morning. the rain was light but everywhere it was dark. i wish it would develop further. a thunderstorm would be welcoming. but now the skies seem to be clearing. i wish the sun wouldn't come out.

awoke finding it hard to swallow. a sore throat's coming along. my nose was blocked. =( wrong timing really. sigh.

often we blindly laugh and play along with others, not knowing how things would overturn. and unknowingly we're encouraging, dangerously. the signs are showing. should we stop when we're having the most fun? i'm observing, my smile fading. as the jokes seem to have turned into reality. no longer jokes. no longer funny, for long.

and someone seems to have seen through my defense. those eyes boring a hole in mine. it's time to retreat. playing with fire is dangerous. play and you get burnt. stop. now.

a little is fine. we always stray along the way. but don't forget the destination. where we came from and where we're going. don't stray onto the wrong path and leave all your dreams behind. cos when you've jumped off the train, it will go on and you'll be lost forever and ever.

don't stay
just go.

i agree with kf. if anyone has no interest whatsoever, spare the other party. don't hang around. just go and go away forever. don't even think about playing cos it ends nowhere but hurt.

these few days will be hard to pass...
-cheryl
8:31 AM





Cheryl

pretty faces