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Thursday, January 22

( Regrets... @ 14:18:00 )

Sometimes when we walked a particular distance, we would stop looking back and a lot of 'Ifs' would come to our mind. What if I did this and not that? What if I do things a little differently in life? Our life is always full of ifs. I do not know about you but it is true for me. I had been reading The Memory Keeper's Daughter by Kim Edward and I would say it is written beautifully. The words jumped out of the pages and swept you off you feet, making you feel as if you were there to witness everything that had took place. The feeling is genuine and it had sent me to tears towards the end. These days, in the emptiness of the house, the silence broken sometimes with the sound from various television programmes, had got me thinking about the things that I had run away from or rather were to busy to think off during the one year away from home. Old memories start swirling back into my brain, overloading it, breaking me down. I am weak. If it is one thing I have learn, I would say I had understand myself better.

You see, one night, I snapped out of it and realised all this while I had been afraid of people who appear more superior in anything at all. Looks, education or their egoistic attitude. I put up with it and with time, I had let myself go and make myself a tad bit unshiny as not to make the person feel so insecure about him or herself. Little by little, hurting myself and trapping my own abilitites. I know I am not stupid, I know I am capable of doing things if I had set my mind on but all these years, exhausted by the fight and competitions, I had chose to laid back and gave up fighting for what I want and what I could do. Time had corrode aggresiveness and energy of the long ago me.

With 6 more months to go, I had abundance of time to set my priorities straight and give myself take two in life. However i would never be the old me, the me yesterday or the day before, as I mature from day to day, going through more and more, learning bit by bit. I had changed but still some old thoughts never fade and I wonder at times, especially in the lonely nights, sleeping in the dark with only an orange beam from the night light, I will think if anyone had went through things like me and how could they take it or how did they overcome it because troubles tomorrow seems like an impossible piece of puzzle, delicate as thin crystal glass but also as painful as the shrapest razor blade. And then I would drift to sleep with tears still on my cheek, slowly vaporizing into the air. And the worries were gone as I fell into deep slumber untilthe next morning when the nightmares would begin again.

Then, I would looked out of the kitchen window, glad to see the mini pool of flood receeded to nothingness as the sun starts to shine for the past two days. But still, the troubles on Earth bother me like a child's unstoppable crying. The only difference is it never stop, and never will.



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