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162: Fade

My last form of sanity is coming home to me tomorrow. I cannot wait. Because if it’s a wake up call I need, it’s a wake up call I’ll be getting. There will be tears but laughter will follow.

She said: “I love you.”
“You are my life,” he replied.

Protected: 161: Self-preservation

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One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,
other times there were one set of footprints.

This bothered me because I noticed
that during the low periods of my life,
when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints.

So I said to the Lord,
“You promised me Lord,
that if I followed You,
you would walk with me always.
But I have noticed that during
the most trying periods of my life
there have only been one set of footprints in the sand.
Why, when I needed You most,
You have not been there for me?”

The Lord replied,
“The times when you have
seen only one set of footprints in the sand,
is when I carried you.”

- Footprints in the Sand

Is it too much to ask someone to walk with me through the good and bad?

Protected: 159: Dead or alive

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158: Luck be with me

Very bad luck to be sick during Chinese New Year. I’m a walking hex so to speak.

So tired. Need more than a good night’s rest.

When did things become such a ‘struggle’? I feel something draining out of me. I know what it is.

We’ll see…

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Addendum @ 2.40pm:

My mother always told us that if we had nothing nice to say, don’t say it at all. No one will think we’re mute.

Protected: 157: The daily grind

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156: Finding wonderland

I’m looking for my some kind of wonderful.

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Addendum @ 5.31pm:

It must be hard not having someone to share your thoughts, dreams and fears with. It must be tough to feel all alone except for your shadow for company. Nothing’s easy right?

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Melancholy. Wondering why people always assume how another person feels. How’d anyone really know anyway? Vindicated.

155: What lies beneath

I guess at the end of the day, only time will tell.

I don’t expect anyone to understand. Because in my heart, it feels right.

Still tired. Don’t know why.

154: Strangers in Paradise

Melancholy. That’s what it is.

I’m like the boy who cried wolf. I dramatise every single aspect of my life that people somehow stop listening after awhile. I have no one to blame but myself. I am turning into a mind mute.

I read on one of my favourite blogs, a girl whom I respect a lot and adore for her writing, that people don’t change. She was pretty adamant about it. Something to ponder over.

I don’t know why. How can one be so sure of what he/she wants but not know how to proceed from here?

Where do we go from here? I feel a bit lost.