maybe contracts and promises
arent what we needed,

mere comprehension would suffice
for all the (world's)

comfort.

i hate the feeling of, when people mistake me, for you.

there's no end to this, is there?

"how much you're being treasured shows from how much someone would fight for you."

--

its a choice, after all.
and we all make bad decisions and mistakes,
some point or another in our lives.
not someone to dwell in what-ifs, maybes, could bes.
not someone who would consider second chances.

so my dear you see, thx for the optimism but.
很难，几乎不可能，有专机。
thanks sheila, though.
and val too :)

girl, breathe easier, now.
when you accept the impossibility of things, to begin with.
so you dont wallow in hopes.
continue to be strong :)
maybe someday things will look up,
or if not, trust our Lord that He's got better plans for you :)
play the waiting game.

i feel quite reluctant to blog, nowadays.
hence the very very short posts at the other place, or perhaps,
the occasional long post summative of the week.

anw, thurs was a exhaustive day.
non-stop lessons from 9 till 7pm.
foundation ended at 2, lit was 2.30-3.30, and 4D at 4.30pm till 7 plus.
yet, despite all that i found within the deep recesses
(and beyond the fatigue)
strength for enjoying time with the girls i love.
C, J and X, we met at MCC for dinner.
great time catching up, and havign girl talks.

and talking to C just gave me goosebumps.
its like watching my own film in replay.
totally, from the ambiguous starting, to the breakdown of communication.
her film's still playing, halfway;

mine, ive already shelved.
yet, the deja vu is overwhelming.

which left me musing, about you, these two days.

she said that perhaps those we think of first in the morning,
and last when we slp,
is who our heart is bothered with most.
i guess so.

Oh Lord, let me keep You constant in my mind-
that you're all that fills my heart.

and the coincidental ironies today,
they bothered me alot.
as if, the thought of you summons your presence in reality, in sms.
things like that, most unexpected, still get to me.