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Friday, September 18, 2009 Watching friends
Its hard to watch people drowning and you're saved. i can't swim, that's the point. because i can't swim, i don't jump into that ocean, which seems perfect and nice. Almost harmless and lovely eh? Why do you jump into the ocean, when a boat will be coming to fetch you across this flooded distance? I still don't understand. Even if you know how to swim, you will not survive long. picture yourself swimming across this endless path.

its hard to watch my friends getting into relationships. As much as i cannot bear to let them go, i want them to choose their own life. no point nagging forever with this issue. well, accepting it doesn't mean i am allowing it. I am very sure that a clear choice was given to them. What i can do is to comfort them when things happened and learn to listen to their love stories.

i have seen quite a bit, how the love stories goes... almost the same ending each time. You will be the happiest girl ever at first and got every attention you wanted. Then the relationship will build and build and build.. some quarrels here and there. Then BOOM!! last quarrel.. end of story :] and in every relationship, something is taken away from you. your first kiss, first hug, true feelings and your heart.. even virginity. Exchange these for a temporary attention? nah.

i am not trying to tease people who gets into rls, anyway.. its not funny. I am just sick of it.. all the emotions. All the heart breaking moments. AND all the friendships that have been stretched for these. Sick of watching you cry, sick of watching you saying the same thing over and over again.. "HE IS DIFFERENT THAN ALL THE OTHER GUYS BEFORE." the fact is, every guy is different.. :]

anyway, best friends.. I STILL LOVE YOU! its just my point of view.. and i am very thankful that respect is given here.. hehe. remember not to lose out on one another because of your partner, friends comes first right?

and at the end when you are drowned, i will have to pull you back. but each time you swim further. one day.. you will swim so far that i cannot find you. its too late. I had to let go.

i miss julian.


6:03 AM

WEI

The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions—the little soon-forgotten charities of a kiss, a smile, a kind look, a heartfelt compliment in the disguise of a playful raillery, and the countless other infinitessimals of pleasurable thought and genial feeling.