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Thursday, April 05, 2007
9:49 PM

Some things are made to be broken while others are broken so that they can be repaired. The test of time tests the mettle of these "things".

It's difficult to say that one word which can solve problems and work wonders. Somehow it weighs heavily on my subconscious state. I hate this feeling but perhaps pride is holding me back. Maybe it isn't pride but shyness or whatever. I just have to find a way to get around this invisible wall or i'll never have peace at home.

Instead of going round in circles, i have decided not be too indirect here. If you detest someone, show it. Don't hide behind a friendly facade or dismiss it. There was a time when i thought it was something min0r. There was a time when i thought that perhaps i should make the first move and there was a time when i did. These times have passed and maybe you are still fuming. You know what? I'm getting sick of it. This feeling sucks. One day, we might even find each other repulsive.

If things are gonna work out somehow, good. Otherwise, it's still fine with me. A few decades down the road, i'll just recall the good times we had and nothing else....

Broken(ing...)