Monday, March 07, 2005
Oxymoron of liferaw form of reality comes in first hand.the post exam drama mamas and scenarios.taunts me and shakes me hard.reality sinks in deeper when you are face-to-face with your slip.just you, yourself and no one else to break that suspense.placed in a situation where choices determine your path.perhaps its the crossroads of life.in times like this, peace and comfort's a privillege and gift.only the faint hearted and beloved ones could enjoy.oh what sense! to be working your asses off.grace.grace.something that only God could give at this moment of peace and comfort.i dislike the way you look at me. it seems that you've lots to say but chose not to. dont give me that impression anymore okay? i cant take any of those anymore. it wasnt easy to move on and living life the way it was before i met you. i know you meant nothing and its just the way you are. i'll take that in mind. besides that just didnt like the way you looked at me. i dont know why there's this undying hope in me. oh wells , you dont have to be bothered with it. give me some more time and i'll be more ready to face you again. sometimes like illness there are relapses. perhaps i'm just going through that. =)
Priscilla rejoices in this foolishness. 12:02 AM