and so it was said.

A wise man once sat in the audience and cracked a joke. Everybody laughs like crazy. After a moment, he cracked the same joke again, less people laughed this time. He cracked the same joke again and again. When there was no laughter in the crowd, he smiled and said "you can't laugh at the same joke over and over again, then why do you keep crying over the same thing over and over again?

Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated.
-Confucious-

a border well built.

when you needed my help,i helped with no conditions.today,when i needed your help,you declined.saying i'm not being considerate just because you've already gone up and i needed you to come down.

how about the petrol i used to send you places when you desperately need to get there?how about the petrol i used to get us all to and from college almost every day of the week?petrol aren't free,keep that in mind.

i'm only asking for your energy and a little bit of your time,and still,that you can't provide.i'm not being calculative,nor am i bringing up the past,but sometimes people need to be shaken to realize things.and i'm doing it now.

today i found the people who'd be with me through my ups and downs.today i found the people who's really concerned about me.today,i see people like never before.today,i found my true friends.

p/s:sorry,i forgot i exist only when you need me.

the way the glass breaks.

sometimes when i say things like that, i just want someone to come and save me,from life,from fear,from memories,from everything.just take me away.call it running or whatever you please,but the way i see it,it's looking beyond the flaws.

it's like finding rainbow after a rainy day,like finding candle in a blacked out room,like finding love in a battlefield,and like finding a smile in a pail of tears. sometimes talking ain't gonna do justice,you have to show it.

you know you're never the one in my anyone.and i ought to remind you that.

things worth saying.

who do you think you're fooling?your lecturers?your comrades?your parents?your family?your future superior?if you think you're fooling any of them,well then you got it wrong.you're inevitably lying to your own foolish self.

maybe before we start ranting,it is best that we all pull ourselves back to where we were a year ago.coming into this new institution with this innocence and a very true self.this is your chance to start over.to turn over a new leaf and hopefully be a better human than you were before.

now here you are today,lifting your prides up for a success that ain't yours.achieving something you somehow don't deserve.your family are indefinitely proud of you.at that very moment,you were their pride and joy.they're proud of knowing how great you have become when really,what they're worshiping is the craps you have thrown around.

don't you at least have the slightest embarrassment in yourself for what you're doing now?what if someday,they found out what you did to get this far,putting your dignity at stake just to get that 5 second of fame.won't they be disappointed?won't you be ashamed of yourself?now tell me,would you still be proud of "your" achievement then?

i'm sorry,all the respects i have ever had for you stops right here.

what's left of us.

i'm utterly sorry if i haven't revealed myself for awhile in here.it's just that life has got in the way of living.doing things you barely want to.it's these kind of things that has kept people,well,maybe not all in human races,but no,maybe me,just me.it is me that has gotten stuck in this life i have made for myself.not that i'm regretting,nor am i complaining.but it deserves some mentioning.

i know you'll forgive me for not writing for some time,not like anyone's reading right?but well,it's just that the sentences has run out of words and language is just imperfect.it's hard to make it clear to people that as imperfect as it may be,i'm a lot like that.

thoroughly imperfect and never enough.

seat 12A.

it's because you're there and i'm here.maybe distance wouldn't be such a drag if it hadn't done such a great job in pulling the bond someone has to it's thinnest measure.and maybe if telephones were parcels through mails and people were just some hologram,the heart wouldn't be in the state it is in now.

and maybe,just maybe,if romeo didn't try so hard to reach juliet,life would learn to not let soul be too much in search of it's mate.