Hmm, yes! In the words of Green, this blog has been a little... dead... so to speak. oh well, been burying myself in games to get over the.. *ahem* feeling. ok. enough. i am back and raring to go..

Just wanna address an issue that has been bugging me for quite a long while, like ever since i started this blog. How many of you out there, know of, or are, people who start blogs, but after awhile, after the novelty has worn off, the blogs are left for dead? i know of many, and i came close to being one too. However, now i realise. its not whether you write in your diary, but whether you treasure what is being written in them. from what i see, my friends use each of their blogs for different reasons. some use it to clarify issues that cannot be said outright, some just use it to pass time, as something to do everyday. some use theirs as a means of communication to others, others just outright piss people off on their blogs. for me, i find that blogging is something that i do to let off steam. to clarify issues with people, and more so, with myself. although most people say that the stuff written on their blogs is only for them to view, and they do not expect people to read the entries, i believe deep down inside, we all know otherwise.

Somehow i feel that when i blog about something i will do, i am under more pressure to do is. its like a promise to the readers out there, whether i know them or not, whether imagined or real. something that i have to keep, something that i will hold sacred.

Oh well, i guess thats about it.

Tribute to all those dead blogs out there... May you all rest in peace, and not take up too much bandwidth. :D

(ignore me, its 5am here, and i'm starting to become woozy)

::My Last Message::


This is probably going to be my last message to you, so bear with me and take time to read it and take time to understand it. There is nothing that has a lewd meaning in the following passage, so please, do not mistake me.

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I miss the tender touch of your hands on my skin.
I miss your loving kiss on my coarse lips.
I miss waking up with you in my arms.
But most of all, i miss you.

The scene of your happy face when you saw me, you running across the busy road, half drunk, me shouting at you to stop, and you finally in my arms has been replaying all day and night, over and over again in my head.

You were so important to me then, and you are so important to me now.

In my heart of hearts, you will always be my "little darling", but also, deep down, i know one thing. That is, if we were ever to get back together again, things would probably not be the same, no matter what we do. This is the reason why i have decided. This chapter of my life has to come to a close, in order not to hurt both of us in the end.

However, there will always be a "what if". Like some things that cannot be changed, there will always be this what if..........

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(the above is something i wrote in the day, on my fone, so pardon the grammar.)

Once again, this will probably be the last message i send to you, and before i end it, i would like to apologise for flaring my temper on that day. It was wrong and i apologise.

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Songs running through my head:

Poff - Another Year
Poff - Rememberance (written for you)