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ooh-la-la.
i hasten to laugh at everything
for fear of being obliged to weep
laughters and tears are both reponses
to fustration and exhaustion
laughter gives us distance
it allows us to step back from an event
deal with it and then move on
but i too believe those who don't know
how to weep with their whole heart
don't know how to laugh either.
one of the worse feelings in the entire world is knowing that you arent good enough,
what's even worse is knowing at the same time that you'll never be.
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
now the wednesday afternoon.
i know, i got alot of rubbish. why do they have to implement that stupid regulation?! because of the limited seats in the canteen, i came back from lunch before 1230! like what the hell. argh. i dont wanna waste my lunch time! =(
i find myself very smart. okay, maybe not that smart, but yes, smart. and anyway, i am not so proud about being smart at wrong things. in fact, i hate myself for being that smart, finding some irritating stuffs. though it helped to clear alot of my doubts, but still, i rather not know anything. cause it only make me seem like a dumbass. okay, maybe i am. okay, not maybe.
well, but the whole incident just goes to prove that, worthless is the right word to use. well, at least it doesnt really mean anything to me anymore. it refers to the present, definitely not the past. no doubt, memories are innocent and not meant to be forgotten. i dont intend to forget what had happened, and i dont intend to let what is happening stay in my mind too. like i will never forget that yk told me i had a special place in his heart, and then he got attached with someone else. its memories, i meant what he said. so now you get it?
p/s: a not-so-good beginning of May, will not lead to a good ending. i reckon. bless me, anyone?
*i wont be alone. || 3:53 PM
she is she, nobody but SHE.
maybelyn.
18 november.
and...
she belongs to nowhere.
she loves...
she wishes for...
she doesnt know, either.
understand;
maybelyn;
speak;
mingle;
reminisce;
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