i guess life has it's ways of inflicting pain on ppl... just as something good happened, there must be something bad that always keeps u firmly on the ground.. life is not always a bed of roses...or mabbe it is...for it is often thorny... you prick yourself, you bleed and yet you still reach for the rose... i guess blood is wat make the rose pretty...esp those blood red roses...
pretty down weekend...glad that it's over...though it's filled with activities... but somehow bowling, going out shopping, buying a new pair of running shoes just dun beat the news that a kin is hospitalised... it's hard to see the relieve in someone when you know tt relief is juz a facade... and you are forced to keep up with that facade... tt's the worst thing...
and i guess...ignorance is realli a bliss ba... blissful to those in the dark...a heart wrenching pain to those who knew...
and i realised that the downside to staying at home is that crying has become inconvenient... unlike in hall...locked the damn door and u can jolly well cry yourself to death... ahh... i missed those days...
anyway... gotta move on and not dwell on stuffz... weekdays is for work purposes...all other unrelated brain functions/emotions have to be kept shut and not let out...
**close door firmly and locked it**
"i'll be okiez...for i know that there are ppl who cares more than i do..."