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Saturday, March 10, 2007 ♥


i must say that i have been thinking of what to write here for quite some time already. while i was eating my lunch i was thinking, while i was bathing i was thinking. i also thought of wat song i shall put on my blog. i finally decided on 折磨 by 183 club. actually i was thinking of putting fahrenheit's song..then i was thinking of putting some other song. but eventually while i was searching for the song i typed 183club first so well.

and about the thinking of what i want to write here. actually i was going to type something else but i went to look at some website then when i came back to this my mind sorta blanked out. nvm. guess it wasn't impt anyway.

ay i remember le. -.-' yup. i was thinking of how old is my blog, how old is this current template..cos i was looking at the archives of my tagboard. actually quite a long time ago i have been thinking for a while that i want to change my template..so i went ard looking for a new one. but i kinda got lazy. so. still the same. i realised that my blog's about 3 years old. not too old huh. first ever post was in july 2004. tt was..sec4? yup. but i think my style of writing has changed quite abit from the past already. guess as i grow up i do gain a little bit more maturity huh. hmm.

as to wat i really wanted to write here, what i have been thinking while i was eating and bathing jus now.
was about life. (again! yawn...haha) well.hmm.
cos i was reading this book by danielle steel, the ranch. haven't finished yet, jus at the beginning. it has roughly same story outline as jude deveraux's the summerhouse. same, also 3 women, and the ranch versus the summerhouse hmm. yup. anyway, it's a story about women's life and loneliness tt kinda thing (again! yawn..-.-') ok. cut the crap. to wat i really wanted to write.

on thursday, or was it wednesday? can't remember. i was super sad. and yesterday i was even more -.-. not sad la. but. solemn.
actually i was thinking of writing a poem abt wat i thought about life. it's been very long, years, since i touched lit. but well. i lazy lar, dun want to think too hard.besides i'm not superb at poem writing. so. here it is in plain simple words.
i dun understand it. and sometimes life is not for understanding. it's simply for living it. i dun understand why there can be so many regrets in life. and wat i read and wat i watch fr tv tells me until one age u will realise tt u dun regret any decisions u make cos they have made u wat u are now. is that true? but well. hmm. wat always make me upset is that when i need certain opportunities they dun come to me. when i do not require them immediately they come. and then, i have to reject becos i'm waiting for another thing. and when the final answer comes from the other 'thing' and it's not a gd one, i end up with nothing. and the baddest thing about these kinda things is that it always happens to me.
yup. i just let it all out. what i have been thinking of.
sorry about the 'thing' and 'things'. really dunno wat other word to use.

generally becos it's happening to me again. just that the final answer not here yet. so hopefully it won't really happen again. if not i will really be super super sad.

give me the strength to embrace the truth and never drag my feet.
hmm.
here's smth. enjoy.

♥reflected @ 2:08 PM


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I sit and cry thinking of all the regrets
How life seems to be always unfair.
I move on putting any dreams away
Hoping that I'll find them come some rainy day.
No matter how tired and weary
I will walk on.

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