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Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Shir Hee weather's report:
As the curtains draws open, the grey sky starts to drizzle...
Looks like someone is weeping quietly...
However, there is no one who knows it except me...

I draw back the curtain,
went for a shower...
Time for battle...
But somehow or rather, I do not detest it...
Rather, I am trying to accept it
Cause being in the battlefield will be something I'll be doing for the next few years...

Need to get myself prepared for a few years, before I fly to another place ...
Hopefully by then, I've become more mature, more independent, a crybaby no more...
Just like I promise myself on that faithful day...
Be strong, be realistic, get real.
I will be different. Or rather I must be different from yesterday and the day before.
I must survive.
Maybe just like what my mother said: Love should be the last thing on my list now.

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