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I am not obliged to update regularly nor put up posts to your interests.


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Sunday, April 23, 2006
21:16
I grabbed kak mard's mp3 & let it blast through the earpiece. I chose sentimental songs even though it might sharpened the "misery" inside. It simply suited my mood. Well, not exactly misery...
it was the feeling of...happy for others, yet sad for myself...I wished I could just blame others for making it happened but I suppose it was MY fault afterall.
I don't think it was envy. It was regret.
I had missed out. a lot.
Through the sentimental songs, it suddenly gushed through my mind; all the things which didn't really matter to me initially. I wanted the clock to stop ticking...
& the environment...it was like as if it was the past. My decent childhood.
The feeling was just...indescribable.
I just felt like tearing out. But no. in front of my sis? Nah...
Instead, I mouthed the lyrics of the song. Like pouring out my feelings.
Gradually, I changed to rock and r&b. as usual, it made me groove to the music. A tinge of smile broke out.
Time past damn fast. I had been listening to the mp3 for nearly an hour. I had to continue my science.