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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.
Saturday, May 09, 2009
8. Eight.
Its another 9th May.
Well, it seemed like it had became a yearly routine.
I will send a birthday wish sms and the reply that I will receive is expected.
"Hey, thanks. Glad that you remembered."
Oh, not really that expected. For a couple of years, the reply I've received is "Who are you?"
The point is, do you really think it is so easy to forget a date that used to be so important to me?
Yes, I've tried to forget. But just everytime when its 9th May is near, for that particular week I just couldn't be myself. The clock in my heart will just start to countdown. Like its another year.
Its okay.
My point is, why should I forget for the sake of forgetting?
Happy 21st Birthday.
*i wont be alone. || 4:12 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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