an update.
i have relived betrayal yet again.
karma works in various ways.
if you outgrow a friend, another friend outgrows you.
flings and tests. its trivial, but not mandatory to score.
will you ever hear me out anymore?
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indecisiveness and ignorance was your forte.
mine was my commitment. i thought it end differently, but i couldn't let go of the past.
for now, i am its victim.
tomorrow, i am no longer.

Naruto in Port Klang

One day, Naruto came to Port Klang.

He came with his best friend, Sasuke HowKeat.
Naruto

Naruto, Sakura YanXin, Sasuke HowKeat.

bye-see-cure pow-wah11111
-wobble in the legs
Wo0o0o0o0o0o!

i feel like there are messages that cannot be replied just because at that moment, there is nothing to say at all. it's like not caring. but, it's always the contrary. why do textblocks exist?

yes, i miss you to bits. best part, i can't really tell. you have a life. GAHHHHHH!!!!!!111one-hundred-and-eleven

i think i rediscovered my solitude in jogging.
ahhh~ words can only do so much justice.
imagine if you were reaching someplace you really wanted to.

maybe it was all just a fling.
it has to be.
the leap. i took it. a mere miscalculation or ignorance for the total truth.
didn't want to look back and think about not taking the leap.
if words could only describe the experience.
the appreciation. the company. the time spent together. the expectations that should never surfaced. the keeping up with.
the jealousy. the way she led when i couldn't. the give-and-take. the whole.
how does one preserve memories? it's just thoughts that lapse whenever you feel a surge?
i even started a diary. makes me wonder why. it's been in movies.
you can try anything and it wouldn't change results; it's probably been taken of another movie.
although it is quite similiar in nature to this, writing here.
i believe that we're close to an end in this chapter.
writing and typing. two different sensations.
the difference would probably be that you could shut your eyes right after finishing an entry on a book rather than wandering aimlessly on the interweb just because you didn't feel sleepy enough.
what am i supposed to write about here?
what's the whole point?
words that were a facade to emotional breakdowns?
i even dare wonder.
i've seen reports. and news.
literature. journals.
should i e-mail her?
yes, i do have a thing with multi-tasking questions.
however, i do not keep up. i can only do so much.
improvements. revelations.

of expectations and perceptions

the moment it started, it was already the end.
i thought i cared, but i was too ignorant.
you inspire me.