Friday, September 21, 2007

Out of grasp.

Before I know it, its coming to the end of the damn short semester break. Time, advertly is trying to get me to plunge back into my boring mundane schedule of uni life. My short holiday bubble is slowly getting smaller. Oh well.

Dammit, its already Friday. And nope, there's no T.G.I.F here, and i don't mean the restaurant.

There's one more heavy paper to go. Its branded Material & Hardware. Heavy duty stuff, knowledge and notes included.

And my knowledge of it ain't much actually, bordering on minuscule, more like it.

Also, not forgetting its made worse by the frank dislike of the subject. And its definitely not helpful that the lecturer has a very idiotic French accent, making the process of interpreting what he says an everyday pain in the arse, what more understanding the lesson. Brain is usually in the same state after and before class. Clueless, and grasping for understanding. Not a very good sign.

Shit. And now the exam is drawing nearer. I'm on my own now.

She has so many things on her mind, and made worse by other problems. I feel so sorry for her. I pray things will get sorted out as fast as possible.
Above all, I love her so much.

And you, though things have been pretty much sorted out, but I still have many questions. It will never be the same again. Yes, it feels....unbelievingly surreal. To me at least. And it has left a scar. Remember that.

That's all for now. Over and out.

Monday, September 10, 2007

Decision: Made.

Down. Engulfed in sadness and sorrow. Down.

But when you hit rock bottom, the only way is up.

Things won't get anywhere unless forgiveness steps in.

I hate to admit it, but its true.

Is it gonna be easy? Hell, no. But I forgive you.

I forgive you.

We shall pick ourselves up, and move on.

The past is behind us now.

And Ee Laine, I love you.

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

No damn title.

Appalled. Disgusted.

And hurt.

How could you do this. Not once. But another, and another, and another.

The limits was very clear. But it was way over the line, and you knew it.

The word sorry can be said a thousand times, but it all comes down to nothing if the very act is repeated again and again without a hint of remorse.

You're matured enough to know the consequences of your actions.

Now, look at the mess.

I trusted and respected you.

And now? Its all gone to the dogs.

Am I supposed to empathize?

Nobody was spared of hurt, and tears poured down like rain.

I'm still reeling from it.

And the most painful part is that she was brutally entangled in this. You better understand that.

That is all I have to say for now.

Anger. The intensity of it.

It reigns supreme.