I just realised that whenever i am really in need of comfort. I come to this place to have my feelings written all over here. Seriously, i feel like stoning myself.
Digging my own grave only lor..stupid me. Never mind la. It'll be over soon. Please...
vexed...fustrated...Lord i need you.
why is it me all the time? I need to control. But how i wish i have someone to talk to. Its okay. Lord, i will not fail this time round, gonna stand up for what is right. I will need Your strength this time, I know You will give it to me. Short pain better than long pain right. Today will be the last day. hmmm....bye.
Life's been back to normal, only for the routinal stuff part. Memories do get back somehow, like a polar bear that goes in hibernation mode and then pops out of its cave, do some hunting when spring is out.
Anyway, yeah God is the SOLUTION!!Woohoo!
Also want to thank yl[(ah lin)sounds like a nice name?], amazingly and surprisingly, she's the one who came to talk to me and all instead of those other brothers.
Eh never emo at night already, dun worry=)
I've heard of a story. This fish that keeps unknown objects found at the ocean floor.
A bubble was found bobbling up, down, up and down. It looked interesting to the fish. So it decided to keep the bubble for its own use. The bubble was hard to control, it seems to be following the strong under-currents of the deep blue ocean. Stubborn as it is, the fish wasted much of its time to bring that bubble back to its home. By then, the fish was tired and worn out already. On its journey home one night, the "tired-ness" took a toll on the fish. The exhaust completely knocked the fish out of its consciousness.
After waking up, the fish reached out for the bubble that it thought would be just next to it. But it wasn't. In just one night, the bubble was out of reach and out of sight. The fish was at a loss, it dragged its tail and cried it's gill out on the way home.
Upon reaching its house, something that was partially buried in the sand, directed rays of light into its eye. From afar, the fish couldnt tell what is it. Hence, it went to have a closer look. As the saying goes, "old habits die hard". The fish decided to bring that shiny object home. Approaching the porch of its house, the fish was already fiddling with that new toy and having fun. But did they really get back home....?
To be continued....
