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Saturday, November 05, 2011
Because i am not in the right mind now. @ 12:47 PM

Yes. There are probably a million things that i thought i should do / i told myself i'd do yet i haven.
Yes. I am guilty as charged.
No. I don't even find the need to explain because i don't ever thought it that way. Ever. (Alright this sentence prolly sounded confusing.)
I am feeling really bad right now. Because i haven been there for the people i ought to be. Then again, i was never part of it. Like the whole thing. Even though there are people, whom were of my concern perhaps gave me a second chance, which was this concert, yet i didn't took hold of it.
I might just have typed a lengthy post just to lament on the should have. No. Now on, i am going cherish and live moments the way i want to - Of course still praying to God. There might be mishaps, regrets, and God-Knows-What. I am not going to look back. The only reason that i might may, is to learn from the past, or prolly just to reminisce or reflect. You see, memories are the only thing that stays the same, and history are the best reference books that you can ever get access to. That's what i learnt.

Nah. I have received enough comments you know, from life from everyone else. Unfortunately, it doesn't stop here. At this point. When i grow older, i study/work/have a family/grow even older/before i die, there are going to be people/demons/devil-like coming my way and trying to get me down. Am i going to back up? Am i going to give up? These are like open-ended questions. You can either be submissive or you fight it.

My answer: I know that as long as we are with our lord, :) We will be fine. :) SO FIGHTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!! 
Or maybe i will just simply ignore nonconstructive / negative comments and try to work with the opposite ones. ;) Yes my dear friends, fret not. I'm not going through the rebellious period now. I'm still the naggy cry baby who will ever so going to call/text/rant to you guys whenever i need listening ears/advice/presences from you guys. :) Or just because i miss you guys so. I have been taught to love which prolly is one of the things in my life that i wouldn't want to give it up. :)
The rising issue - I feel that some times we have been living in this world trying please people and fit into the skin of acceptance (of this world) too much obliviously. We don't realize it, we change because the world made us.
Then again, you guys could/can disagree with me. :)

Unforgiveness. (Got spelling error! LOL)

Some times its all about letting go. - Loves, suie.

P/s: I might never be able to track back, because the most expensive currency in this world waits for no one anyone know or ever knew. The only thing you can/could do when you realize what you have of this world, which is the currency that which i may have spoken before, is to spent and utilize it wisely.

When whispers no longer survive;

Because there's you and me.