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Saturday, October 07, 2006

smile smile smile:)

hmm i realised it's quite difficult to write happy stuff..

because it is always not enough to be shared.
by the time i wanna write it down to remember,
it had already been shared between my friends and i...

hmm i realised it's quite easy to write sad stuff..

because it is not to be shared. or rather not wanted to be shared.
a minimal is suffocating overwhelming and upsetting.
so i'll always have the extra time and effort to write it down to remember.

cheerfulness is hard to achieve.
not just on the surface- smiling all the time laughing all the time.
but also underneath. the heart- is it bright light and smiling most of the time.

i feel that my happiest time was probably in pri 5. i realise in pri 5 i had felt really really blissful.

i was jus telling leslie that day: when we were young we wished we would grow up quickly, looking forward all the time not turning back.
now. we just wanna go all the way back. or. just rush thru life now and enter society. but it seems tht the working world is still not as blissful as primary 5. so. can time stop. i want it to stop. not that i have not enough. just that i want the real happy moments to remain. to stand still and not run furthur and furthur in my mind so far that i can no longer find it

it is not that i am not happy now.
it is just that happiness then felt so much more comfortable.

hmm.. i shouldnt brood on the past... look forward huihui.
look forward fellow mates.
look forward to the one and only aging process we'll go thru'
i missed treasuring the blissfuless then, so i must learn to cherish now .
who noes later in life i might want to turn back time and return to AGE: 17- 18


~ be able to tolerate what others cant, and become the top of the top of others.~


11:35 PM


Fi- Fi-. C
to find a day where from then on
i would never need to lie again.

i really love vanilla.
for its straightforwardness

.mushiness with reality.

Irreplacable , unerasable memories.
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