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Tuesday, 22 March 2011 @ 17:00 | 0 Comment [s]

 
“It doesn’t matter how tough we are. Trauma always leaves a scar. It follows us home, it changes our lives. Trauma messes everybody up, but maybe thats the point. All the pain and the fear and the crap…maybe going through all that is what keeps us moving forward. It’s what pushes us. Maybe we have to get a little messed up before we can step up.”
“When we were five, they asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up. Our things were answers like astronaut, president, or in my case, princess… When we were ten, they asked us again. We answered - rock star, cowboy, or in my case, gold medalist… But now that we’ve grown up, they want a more serious answer. Well, how about this… Who the hell knows? This isn’t a time to make hard and fast decisions. This is the time to make mistakes. Take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere. Fall in love - a lot. Major in philosophy because there’s no way to make a career out of that. Change your mind. Then change it again because nothing is permanent. So make as many mistakes as you can. That way, someday, when they ask again what we want to be… We won’t have to guess. We’ll know.”

“We are all a little damaged. Some of us hide it better than others, but on some level we are all torn up. We take it out on others and beat through life carrying it all and we will end up damaging someone else. And most of the time we won’t even notice or bother to care, because we are busy with our little disaster, that we call life.”


“Maybe that’s what it all comes down to. Love, not as a surge of passion, but as a choice to commit to something, someone, no matter what obstacles or temptations stand in the way. And maybe making that choice, again and again, day in and day out, year after year, says more about love than never having a choice to make at all… Love is the sum of our choices, the strength of our commitments, the ties that bind us together.

I have an urge to Sing 'Rain rain go away, come again another day'. It has been raining since morning. Looking at the weather now, its somehow drizzling. I just had my run despite of the drizzling. Unfortunately, I stayed at home today. Abel did ask me out to watch movie with the rest but I rejected. I would rather wait for Mum to be back and have a good dinner with her. Well, partly I'm saving up money. All to my English re-take. I blamed myself for not working hard for my English. I received a D7 and it really pissed me off. I though I would at least get C6. See, when you aim higher and did not achieve what you want, disappointment slapped through your face. So my luck, I got to re-sit for my Language paper. Its tough when you have to re-study the subject. And worst still, there's no helper. You got to rely on yourself. Oh man. I depend on story books, newspaper but how far can i go, I'm unsure too.Wish me luck.

Somehow in this 4 walls room, I tend to think a lot. Furthermore, the room was quite dark. The first thing that flashes my mind was you. Thank god, why must I think of you again. A sign of missing you, please say NO. But my heart says YES (Smile). Whatever it is, there's no chance for us to be back and missing you can be free of charge so who the heck I care. It doesn't torn my flesh into slices.

Dad has financial problem after paying off the electricity/water supply bill. As a daughter of hers, I should help him. But the only way I can do is to lend him money. Other than that, I can't do anything. Feel so guilty. 
Mum was back from work, she lazing around watching television. Damn, I'm hungry. I need to wait for her to bath, finish some of the household chorus. By the time she finished everything, it will be 6pm. Kill my tummy because it is grumbling like no business.

I'm on face-book now, just finish tumblr-ing. Viewing photos from tumblr made my day. They have different selection of photos, some meaningful quotes that I used to quote out. It definitely kills my free time exploring it. Okay, I'm done blogging (:


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