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Monday, October 6, 2008'♥
pure love ♥

there goes another week and here i am blogging in a blog that most probability only i will read. sounds sad hey? oh well, at least i can get all my thoughts out of my head before i continue full on with my 4000 word essay. so, where should i start, well, i guess it's true about the saying that a leopard will never change it's spots. somehow, i realized that i am still who i was 3 years ago, not changing a single bit. as much as i hated the past and all mess that was in it,i just don't understand why the past seems so attractive. it lures me back like a flashing sign board or should it be bonded me like a jail ball. no matter how hard i try, no distances how far i run, it's haunts me like a ghost from the past.so here i am, in a new place, with new people, yet dreadfully back to square one, where the mess begin and the wreckage start. a full circle of sticky situations that i tired so hard to avoid without avail.
a story left untold is still a story itself. at the end, it's none but the author who wrote it that is accountable for it's publishing and outcome. i really wish i could burn the past, it's like an ugly scar that sits right under the corner of your nose. no amount of effort will conceal it, and ultimately becomes a pest in your sight. too much is left in the dark, and countless memories shoved up the yard. yet my heart starts to grow numbed to a thing called consciences, dying in my world of no escape.

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Just Being Me! Simple yet complicated~ There is no good or bad days, just days of grace. The grace to enjoy or the grace to endure.

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