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Sunday, August 28, 2005

What does it mean by 'broken'?

On a different note from the topic first, I think there's something wrong with my MMS.
I sent 3 pics to my email and yet it didnt appear.
What the fiak~
MMS costs ok.No doubt it's just like 15 cents each but every cents is and should worth.

Anyway sometimes I received emails from Steven Lim.(yea, that infamous stripper/self entertainer/free lance brow plucker/whatever he loves to be.)
I am under his mail list coz I let him pluck my brows before.
Shhhh*

Moon cake festival aka Yue Bing Jie in my tongue is approaching.
And so he (Steven) said it was meant that it's lovers reunited day.
(Does that mean lovers are separated rest of the time?)
And he is still waiting for the one he loves back to his arms.

Well..
=/


I dunno.

Perhaps I am one spolit rotten apple.(or maybe banana)

I forgot the pain that love can inflicts yet I remember ...

I forgot what I wanna said within seconds.

A broken tale.

=

What does that means?

Sometimes ... just sometimes, dont you find that something that's broken is very beautiful as well?
Painfully beautiful.

Just looking it at another angle that is.

Dont turn around and point your finger scolding me 'siao'.

I realised at one point of time or another, we all love to embrace ourselves in the unkind sorrow and paint our world with grey and black.

Even we are not ones that deserve to be pity or the ones that undergo the poorest man's fate.
We still love to do that to ourselves.

Not asking for a few more pennies but perhaps a few more attention to our lonely hearts.

But again when the attention came, we throw them away and further delude ourselves.

We thought the world forsake us and we forsake the world too.

We thought we could be heartless and it is still there pumping.

We thought we can survive on our own yet we still cry when we are left alone.

We thought we are broken yet we are living in one full piece.

So what do you mean by broken?

It may be something that's not seen from the outside.

Again and again, you are broken to pieces and dusts.

How many times can you be broken?

Are you really so?

Or it is just a state of mind that you love to draw yourself into?


Just a random blah.


Dont pay no attention to me.

You know what I mean.

=)

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