gracias mi numero uno
tu querido te ama de la parte inferior de su corazon(:
is that all to it? Today was his birthday. he did not call us over. he decided to celebrate with people; not us anymore. Tomorrow's her birthday. i wonder what's going to happen.
all good things come to an end huh? imperceivable, but true. Have you ever wondered, if all good things came to an end, then why bother having good things when in the end you'd just be just flung down cruelly from heaven. why? make life such a horrible thing. To be able to feel the wonders of the good things? swell up and then burst outrageously with a prick?
wow, good going stupid.
It's like a love hate relationship. You love it, yet hate it. Last year, this year, stuff happened like a lightning bolt, fast and tumult. and i stand to see who's the true ones. They come and go, but even if they go, i know who's true to their heart and conscience; it's okay if we drift, it's just like that afterall. Even then, sometimes walking past without saying anything sears my heart. Seeing them 3 makes me succumb to the green eyed monster.
But no, it's okay, i'm alright. Whatever that's lost can never be the same even if you patch it up. But then if people can see the aesthetic value and beauty in patch work, i hope someday i can soon too and so will they.
Because Siti says i musn't be like Jannah, i will put one optimistic sentence. I thank God for this godsent child, the enigma of innocence that never fails to revive a cold ignition.
is that all to it? Today was his birthday. he did not call us over. he decided to celebrate with people; not us anymore. Tomorrow's her birthday. i wonder what's going to happen.
all good things come to an end huh? imperceivable, but true. Have you ever wondered, if all good things came to an end, then why bother having good things when in the end you'd just be just flung down cruelly from heaven. why? make life such a horrible thing. To be able to feel the wonders of the good things? swell up and then burst outrageously with a prick?
wow, good going stupid.
It's like a love hate relationship. You love it, yet hate it. Last year, this year, stuff happened like a lightning bolt, fast and tumult. and i stand to see who's the true ones. They come and go, but even if they go, i know who's true to their heart and conscience; it's okay if we drift, it's just like that afterall. Even then, sometimes walking past without saying anything sears my heart. Seeing them 3 makes me succumb to the green eyed monster.
But no, it's okay, i'm alright. Whatever that's lost can never be the same even if you patch it up. But then if people can see the aesthetic value and beauty in patch work, i hope someday i can soon too and so will they.
Because Siti says i musn't be like Jannah, i will put one optimistic sentence. I thank God for this godsent child, the enigma of innocence that never fails to revive a cold ignition.
posted by green eggs and ham^^ at 6:22 AM
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