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//Tuesday, December 23, 2008 1:36 AM
My Brain Cells Are On Strike
"It's better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all."
Why have my blog been on hiatus? Because I'm busy thinking, thinking about love, life and friends. I guess losing my phone gave me a wake up call. Who cares, who remembers and who bothers. How close is a close friend, and how sometimes a friend you never thought as "close" was closer then you realised. I think my life have reshuffled drastically, and I'm walking on a new beaten path, a brighter one for myself to a certain extent and I never realised that I've switched lanes. But am I happy? I'm not too sure either. I guess life never gives you your cake and let you have it. Where I once experienced love, I experienced pain and a new lesson. Where I once put expectations, I got empty shells and failed promises. Where I once hoped for happiness, I got tears-streaked cheeks. But when my heart was taken off my sleeve and nursed back to health, that wonderous cause of that die-hard love I experienced not long ago decides to strike back. Does this make me happy? Do I still feel the same way? I don't know any longer. But I sure don't feel much like myself recently either. Can a heartbreak teach you to cherish, love better and appreciate? Can a heartbreak teach you to respect, to cooperate and to communicate? How much can a wasted heart take before it disintegrates into nothingness? |
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