hey ya.. wanted to post on my foolish act ytd mornin..i was happily wearing the new giodana round-neck tee i bought..and all the way frm home, to train, to tp.. to the pathway to ofc..i suddenly realised.. SHIT! how come there’s a tag hanging on my collar! Forgot to cut off the price tag and size tag! arghhh… so paiseh!!! <\/p>\n
and tats not d end of my blur-ness…online..i even call a fren blur for mixing up the dates..but actuali i’m the one who mixed it all up.. stil tinkin this thur is 15th -_-” hahaa.. wads got in to me? omg.. <\/p>\n
and today.. i juz read a very touching post online…
hmmm i tink shld be no harm sharing it here ba?
i wonder who’s the writer..haha…<\/p>\n
I’m the man you bumped into, after years of absence. That somewhat familiar face that presents itself purely by chance. I’m the man who took the chance to ask you for short lunches, dinners and brief encounters the period after. I’m the man you feel you can like. Likeness to fondness, fondness into the realm of love. I’m the man whom you’ve chosen to trust. Completely. Whom you’ve made the decision to follow, wherever I go, whatever I might become. I’m the man you feel is different from all else. I’m the man who’s had the privilege to enter into your life. I’m the man whose hand you’ve chosen to hold.<\/p>\n
I’m the boy who’s didn’t quite believe that’s true. I’m the boy who bought you flowers when you asked, even though you didn’t have to, just to see the smile that lights up your face. I’m the boy who gently patted your head after lunch, just before you leave. I’m the boy who frowns whenever you order a extra large cup of coke, especially when you tell you that’s all you had for the day. I’m the boy who’s amazed how you managed to tie your hair with just one chopstick. I’m the boy who tried to steal a kiss from you when your dad’s looking the other way. I’m the boy who walked and listened to the sounds of the streets with you one night, when you didn’t really wanted to go home just yet. I’m the boy who sat with you at the wooden bench near your house, as we talked and waited for hours for your family, cos your keys you’ve left at home. <\/p>\n
I’m the child who somewhat understands the enormous tasks you had on hand, but who had no clue how this child in me can be of any aid at all. I’m the child who didn’t understand exactly what you mean when you wanted me to be more into the relationship, to show a bit more love, care and attention. I’m the child who couldn’t comprehend the displays of frustrations, anger, and soft spoken words of displeasure. I’m the child who couldn’t offer you any meaningful words of comfort or encouragement – countless ones you’ve heard like an old unwanted records from those around you. I’m the child who wasn’t there when you needed me to stand by you, shoulder-by-shoulder, when you’re down and out, who instead choose avoidance with the belief that that’s the best thing to do. I’m the child who fails to see the difference I would have made just be being there. I’m the child that speaks frivolous words of hurt with lasting consequences. I’m the child who chooses to do things without you. I’m the child who makes you feel so alone. I’m the child who didn’t realise what a letdown I’ve been.<\/p>\n
I’m the one who you probably think of when bad things come into your life. You’re the one I think of whenever beauty, dance, and freedom merge into one. <\/p>\n
I’m the one who once had it.<\/p>\n
I’m the one who threw it all away.
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