吵了。输了。老了。

最终是哑口无言地走了。究竟谁才是赢家? 人老了，自己所拥有的也变得寥寥无几；在那霎那间，对于自尊心更是耿耿于怀，难以放下--而‘对不起’这三个字就只能挂在心上，闷。

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a song, any song.

cruel to be kind - letters to cleo one of those songs that still dont make sense to me even though i read the lyrics a million times over. but i love it nonetheless, perhaps because of the smile that creeps onto my face everytime i think of the sweet scene between patrick verona and kat stratford in 10 things i hate about you . there's just something about romantic shows that always seem to get me, no matter how cheesy these moments might seem on hindsight.

it's strange how you know the holidays are here when most of your friends start disappearing. perhaps having had the burden of meeting datelines removed, it's that sudden increase in spare time that makes that wistfulness well up in you even more.

something my friend said today that struck me. "well, it's good for us as christians, cos at least we know that God has already prepared that special someone for us." such faith that sometimes i simply dont have the courage to have. maybe if i knew for sure that say at 21 im going to get a guy that loves me for who i am and with whom im hopelessly in love with, maybe i would have been more confident of what to expect, of who i am, and of my faith. but thinking again, then that probably isnt faith anymore. surprisingly i came across this statement today. "faith is one that hands everything to God, confident in his character and purposes rather than our answers." how apt. faith is more than believing that every story will have a fairy tale ending, rather it's believing in the writer of the story that he will give each story a well ended conclusion.

life's mean reds.

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