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Saturday, October 13, 2007

i can't deny the fact that i'm worried. for the next week. the next and the next. i have hard choices. i made a harsh decision and imma stick to it.

where art thou?

i guess it's the same anyway. whatever i say. whatever i do. it's the same anyway. so i gotta take it or leave it. of course i can't leave it. so i take it and be humbly silent.

another friend's dad passed away. life is getting more fragile as everything else becomes stronger. we're constantly stressed. constantly losing sleep over small things. and we don't realise. how could we? when every such thing is now a norm, an everyday routine. we don't know how much harm it does to us.

there's a line. and when it breaks, it gets away. breaks free and gets away. and then there's no point in fixing it anymore. cos when it breaks, even the deadliest knots can't fix it like before. it cannot withstand what it had before and before long, it would break again. the line gets shorter and shorter. until finally, there's not enough to tie a knot.

sometimes it's not so much how good you are or how much you cherish your chances. it's the way you do it. it is the attitude. even the best gets rejected. what's the use of the best fisherman in the world, when he can't wake up in time to fish? when everyone has gone home with their catch and you wake up and realise, you have put your talent to waste.

reciprocation is the basis of happiness.
-cheryl
5:45 PM





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