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Friday, March 07, 2008
This is like the moment between heartbeats. The space where nothing happens.
i don't why, but things don't seem to be right for me today. i don't knw if it's become of the girl thing tht's coming, or whatever case it is. whatever i do today, i can't make myself get hyper. but instead i get so elmo emo, for don't knw what reason i may be emo-ing abt. if not, thn i will just start thinking abt everything negative. somtimes something tht had belong to you for quite some time, you often will be afraid tht it'll get snatch or lost someday. somtimes the more you protect it, the more things will happen. i don't knw if whatever i do is because of passion/love/friends. sometimes i find myself just doing it for the sake of doing it, it just seems to be part of the routine. if the way things are handle are change, perhaps perception & concept will change over time also. people often brag abt what the achieve/try to bootlick somebody of a higher rank, so in order to get themselves to a upper rank/get respect by people. but whatever they do, they never achieve something by their own means. so what's there to be proud of? i don't knw what's the point of doing all this, bcus who knws someday this might happen to you; yourself. |