i read the archives of a fren's blog. i couldn't stop smiling. i rmbed every single scene in that month. the tears, the joy, the agony, the hope ?, the failed.. at least it was the truest of them all, where everything that i could hold on was for real, where everything didn't seem to be deemed as will-be-depreciated, where i didn't need magic for things to happen but merely having to retrieve the ball from the one man's court into my own and controlling the game. easier said than done. otherwise failure wouldn't be wad had been experienced.

from the demanding, to the porridge, to the reading in bed.

i guess it all voice down to two crucial points..

1) always choose to love than to be loved, for its hard to fake what's not real to begin with.. for what's real, can be felt, even if it was for a sec, that look, that hug, that kiss, that touch..

2) it takes two hands to clap. no one man should be solely responsible for the wrong route to the gold. the other is equally involved in the failure. the sabotage that gave rise to the misled were the cause of missing trust. why else would one doubt ?

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