“If you are going to fall in love with me, it’s only fair that you know what you are falling in love with. You are falling in love with my insecurities, and my obsession with trying to figure out what everyone thinks of me. You are falling in love with my immaturity, my constant need to feel loved and appreciated, and my overactive tear ducts. You are falling in love with my past, my hopes and dreams, and how I’m a hopeless romantic at heart. If you fall in love with me, you fall in love with all my flaws and imperfections. But if you fall in love with me, you’ll also love the way my eyes dance when I’m with you and the way my head fits so perfectly into the groove on your shoulder. You’ll fall in love with the occasionally humorous and thought-provoking things that I say, and the way I blush when people ask me about you. You’ll also fall in love with how I give the best of myself to you without any reservations. I hope that’s enough for you, I really do.”

I really do.

Broken relationships are so hard to fix. I guess time's the best medicine for it?... It's so hard to talk to someone you haven't talk to in a while and what makes it worse is that you left cracks in your immature days. I talked to someone I haven't talk to for very long and somehow I'm relieved that I'm able to do that? Somethings are easy to forgive and hard to forget and no matter how hard you try, it has already made a deep impression somewhere in your head. Sometimes, I wish I'd forget my past mistakes and move on, only I appeared not to be bothered by them but actually am.

That besides the point, I wished I never do anything stupid anymore. People make mistakes, but if they repeat the same one again, they're stupid enough to let it happen to them.

Yesterday, we went to watch Thor. It was nice, for the first time in a long time, something I really want to watch. I think when I bought the tickets I heard wrongly. I thought I only managed to get the seats 3 rows from the front but actually I go the one 3 rows from the back >< The stupid seats were fully booked, I wish I have a credit card that I can use or something. Storyline pretty okay, except the ending was really stupid. I read her whole diary and it makes me realise things I haven't for a while. I guess it's hard to understand other people's personal feelings when you can hardly comprehend yours. Looking at babies, walking around aimlessly, texting while we're beside each other and walking her home, trying to make every second count but it just slips us by. I still can't bear to think that the BMT phrase is starting soon. Get so overwhelmed sometimes and I could barely contain it.

I don't think anyone could quite understand my present state of emotions except those whose going thru the same or have gone thru the same. When you're inside you lose yourself to the army, and you know there's something out there waiting for you but you don't want that something to keep waiting forever. argh, -struggles-

I feel obliged to write something here every week to perhaps show that I'm alive, to perhaps put a word of comfort or two for people who actually bothers reading.

Everybody struggles at some point of their lives, but it's only when you learn to deal with it that you come back stronger.

I wish that weekends never end and weekdays never come, but the sun will rise, the stars will fall, it's only when we come back to reality that we know that our dreams last as long as you want them to be.

How much does it hurts to tell someone you always think of to not think of you.

Life.