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Sunday, January 25, 2009


a special occasion brought me to ransack my room, and coincidence led me to uncover something that i kept for quite some time already.

wishes from friends, teachers, juniors blah blah blah for many occasions. and i think, i ought to bring them out and look at them once in a while or so.

each brought back memories from long time ago, not so long ago, and times which i already forgotten they actually exists.

for the past few days, i'm rather sick... down with unexplained physical discomfort, but i still managed to keep myself alive, in one piece, to do what i need to do.

other than physical discomfort, emotionally and psychologically, sadly, i'm inflicted, with perceived and non-perceived pain and hurt. yes, i'll recover, and recovering quick. but there are times, where unfortunate and unforseeable circumstances which have nothing whatsoever to do with me, brings back the pain, and i feel my eyes tearing. and then when it's really unbearable, i'll tear myself away and retreat to my own sanctury and lick my wounds.

but like they say, you bear your own wounds. and that's what i'm going to do.

.~*^Twilight Ring^*~.:





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