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Tuesday, October 14, 2008
/ 11:11 PM

Truth is...

I've been in a MIA mode for quite some time already and I'm really growing comfortable in it. To varying extent, i stopped talking to people that I'm close to; I hardly reply their messages or make my best effort in keeping in touch over msn, facebook etc
I feel that I didnt want to engage myself much in/during social gatherings, and my responses are usually curt and reserved; its like I'm almost severing all possible hopes of a proper human conversation for myself and the rest of the world.
I'm losing myself and I don't know how it started and when it's going to stop.

Sometimes when I'm all by myself; when i travel to and for to work, when i sit by my working desk and wait for my reports to be printed or even whenever I sit there keying in all the entries, my mind wanders and i think about all the things that I want to do but didn't and/or couldn't.
At times, the urge of pulling out a paper and penning it down just so my mind doesn't surrender to the signs of aging "forgetfulness", my procrastinating demon took over. And I will comfort myself by saying that I will do it another day.
How many more days can we live on aimlessly before we realize that our bio-clock had been ticking and chances have had swing by and crossed our path and to never return?
Is there always a chance to do something if we have the will to?
Truth is... No.
It just stops there and when will we ever learn?

I'm so pessimistic and fatalistic and it is so contradictory because of my persistent nature to keeping fighting and trying, I still believe that the world is always a hopeful place for the determine heart.
Which goes back to the last sentence of the previous paragraph.

Tomorrow will be a better day.
Will You be there for me?




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