Petrified as i looked at her picture now. Even as i browsed thru my friendster pages.. i tried hard to miss her account. Perhaps im just living in a state of self-denial. How i missed those days when she's still arnd.

Is it just me? Days seemed to fly by lyk a speeding bullet. So fast that even i couldnt remember living through those days. Now as the third quater of the year comes to a close, i embrace myself, for the brink of destruction. How i wished life is so innocent.

Live is full of crap. Tho the law of Equivalent Exchange seemed so real, yet the world have once again proved it wrong. How i wished i had someone beside me to hold my tears. I really regret being the way i had been.

No one in this world really deserve to be treated nicely, maybe perhaps for some, my family especially. Some say that it was god who had created us. Hence dey shld devote their lives to him. The onli thing i knew was that I was created by my family and no one deserved to be treated better den them.

How i hope life is forever as comfortable as it is at home.

Strangely many things had happened. Why is that so? is it really true that life is lyk a stage where everything is so superficial? Is it true that some things are destined to happen? And what do they imply?

How i hoped im just an island.. So i wun know how it feels to be lonely. and the need to be responsible for others...

Shld i close myself in.. or shld i remain the way i am?

who am i.. wad am i?

I really admire Siddhartha Guatama, i wonder how he attained enlightenment..