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Thursday, July 20, 2006

if all fails, then let's start all over again.

i was just wondering, about people being there for you. how long will they be there for? what can they do for you when so many things depend on yourself?

and who will be there for me.

and i think life is incredible. because it's not easy to study, grow up, find a good job, find a good husband, get married, have kids, grow old together and die. how did so many couples in the world manage to sustain their marriage for so long? maybe this is something i'll never understand until later on, i don't know when. but i don't believe love is like what those tv dramas portray, because i think it's more likely because people just get used to one another and are too tired and busy to change anything anyway.

i don't feel good telling you anything because if you realized, i hardly know anything about you. that was why i couldn't bring myself to tell you much yesterday. i don't like knowing that you've been through what i've been through before, and i don't feel good knowing that you know so much about me when i don't even know you. you think that i'll never understand, and maybe i really don't. but no, lots more are going through my head than you can expect.

lots of things have been happening. it's been pretty crazy.

i hope that when i die, i'll be able to tell myself. 'ooh, so that's what life is all about.'

as for now, i think life is finding answers to your questions.

heaven on earth
10:38 pm