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Thursday, September 11, 2008

紧紧相依的心如何Say goodbye
你比我清楚还要我说明白
爱太深会让人疯狂的勇敢
我用背叛自己
完成你的期盼

as cliche as this may sound, time really flies. it's already what, the ending of week six of school? i've done countless(x 999999) readings of poems in old english. sick as it may sound, i actually enjoy the readings. if only there's more time for each piece of reading. it's crazy trying to cram 100 pages of readings in a week. and that's only for 1 module.

it's unbelievable that at this age, people still do hold childish grudges and attempt to create mountains out of mole (no) hills. perhaps i shouldn't be surprised. experiences should teach me the lessons that i need to know. but i guess we always leave some benefit of doubt for new people we meet. how they serve to disappoint.

perhaps this life is such that we constantly face disappointments. how we learn to let go and let live and not be too bothered about the lives of others. i was just thinking about the notion that the best days of my life was over the day i lost my innocence. with innocence we don't stop to ponder too much over insignificant issues that are so significant to us now. even anger or pain dissipate in the matter of seconds. like it's been consumed in a puff of smoke.

there has been closure in a certain secluded corner of my life. yeah it has always been secluded. it's like the last of the lit candles have been diminished. nothing is left but darkness of a once familiar place. this closure brought with it much comfort and freedom. something that i have not had in a long time. my truthful words bear no responsibilities now. neither does it destruct harmony and unity now. maybe this has always been what i needed. for injustice is something i have never and can never stand.

when a door has closed, another opens. in fact a few has opened for me. beats me why i had to wait at the closed door for such a long time until i realise how i've been such a swine. with so many welcoming arms behind the opened doors, why do i hope for the bolted door to open for me again? it's so senseless and mindless i'm so ashamed.

nevertheless, every change brings about some kind of pain and effort. it's time to shine again.

could i possibly get back the days so lost and the joys of yesterdays? we could try.

don't question my motives. don't question my words. don't put words into my mouth because they don't count. don't think that i am such because i am not. don't think for once that you can judge because you don't know me.

the people who judge are the people who don't care about you. they look at you and they point out all your flaws.
-cheryl
9:20 PM





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