The Moving Finger writes, and having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a line,
Nor all your tears wash out a Word of it.

The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam - Quattrain 71.

Sunday, February 20, 2005

i keep wondering how you're doing now.. its been so many years since ive seen you. cant seem to find any way to contact u at all.. hmm.. i know its my fault ur gone inta first place... but somehow i do miss u... aft so many years :(


its clearer than ever now... who are my true frens and who arent. its not only a matter of making time to meet up with the pple u like/love, its the quality not the quantity as well. some of u dont care at all. we all say things we dont mean. haiz. theres only 4 (plus one) of u out there that reali mean alot to me. you guys know who u are. its the people that have bothered to meet up.. meet up well n is just there for me no matter what.
some people on the other hand.. jus keep irritating the hell out of me. i dont know why i still have friends like u. i cant even understand how we even clicked inta first place. people like u.. im gonna forget. you've been given plenty of chances but u just keep taking us for granted n letting us down. well... you've just missed your last chance. we aint gonna bother no more

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