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.

Tuesday, January 04, 2011

the new year has begun.. and i'm still not feeling it. somehow.. this time round time doesn't really seem to matter to me. i'm not sure why. prolly cos i can't seem to get a hold on it as of yet. still lost.. but hopeful! hoping to find a job i love (or like enough).. hoping to be fulfilled in life at least. taking each day one at a time, not much expectations as of yet.. prolly too early to make any. have yet to come up with my list of resolutions! but am inspired to do so. will get it done.. eventually. HAHA. i am super super gian to go on a hol (preferably to a cold country but seriously.. anywhere is gd enough) and i ABSOLUTELY CRAVE DIVING AND SNOWBOARDING! DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT! craves for the brave. i've come to accept certain things in life that i hv been delusioned and stubborn with before.. and i know now how things should be. have yet to do up my danny's list. will hv to rmb to do that soon. tho there's no way i cld forget him or anything about him. i still miss him a lot. everytime i think of him, my heart enters this blackhole that i stop myself from entering. cos i know.. once i enter.. there is no turning back. its been almost a year now.. but the wound is still fresh. the pain is immense and almost indescribable. it's so dark and deep i don't ever think i'll be able to claw my way back from it. alas, time may heal all wounds.. but can one really forget? or do we just move on?

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