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This is a story of a driver and a passenger who had just met with an accident. This is a life story, it is not something i made up.

A week ago, a driver with the passenger met with an accident. It had caused a scratch on the driver's car. Apologies by both party. Accepted. The driver thought he had forgiven and forgotten it. But he did not. It is his most valuable car, a brand new car that had just bought through the time and perseverance. It is just 7 months. Now it has a scar on it. Painful Painful. Heartbreaking. He have to take it for the sake of his passenger. Because the passenger is his good friend.

A week later, the driver and the passenger met with another accident. This time round it is not just a scratch. The entire car was in a mess. The driver was fuming mad. But he does not show it. The passenger remain calm. However, matter got worse. The driver threw out all his emotions. And yes, the car was further damaged. The driver and passenger did not talk after that. They stood there looking at the mess. Wondering who would take the initiative to clear up the mess. Should the driver do it? Or should the passenger do it?

Once again, the driver is left in a troubled situation. He is feeling the pain, the bitterness, the sadness that is eating up every part of his heart. Every part of his being feel the pain, he just have to bear with it. Very painful the pain is torturing him, every seconds, every minute. He decided to apologies. So he did.

He thought it would be alright. But the pain is dissolving into him. His emotions swirl with confusion, and sadness. Very upset that his new car has broken down. Right now what the driver want is to have his car back. He called his friends for help. They told him the same old story - just sent it for repair.

What is the driver thinking?

When you said it it is easy. However, to execute it is difficult. The driver had tried, he asked the passenger shall we send it for repair together? The passenger did not reply just a nod. The driver once again threw himself back to hell. Disheartening. What should the driver do next?

He does not want his car to be left a trash. He wish to have it back to normal. Maybe the driver and the passenger is thinking the same thing? Take the move together? Well, i do not know.

When a car met with an accident, even if you sent it for repair, there will still be a scar left on it. However, the driver friend say, the scar will make your car grow stronger. Is this true? He does not want a 7 months car to be left as a trash.

What shall the driver do next?

Tell me....

Photograph credit: Strany

My story, my line,
I plot it.
My shadows, my pain,
I take it.
My sorry, my guilt,
I said it.

Is there any chance for this stigma to be removed?
Will there be another hope to be ignite?
What happen if it drifts further than expected?
Will the contact be made together again?
This is so scientific.

The pull, the gravity
Will it bring?
The pull, the gravity
Will it sink?
The pull, the gravity
Will it resist?

I wonder, i wonder.
I wonder very much when will it be back

The delightful harmonica once blowing.
The catching up of directions when the time is running.
When will it be back.
I wonder

Will you show less care about this?
I wonder

Is this the end?
I wondered
The end.

Looking out, finding the answers.

Alright! Here to update my blog. After the announcment of being dead, i found a cure to bring it back to life again. I should just say people are just so freaking hypocritical, freaking disrespectful and freaking insensative towards other people.
My answer to them is....if they themselves hate being critisied, mocked or ignored, they should just freaking stop talking bad about people at his/her back. When you cannot even discipline yourself, what makes you worthy to judge other people or laugh at them? Think through it.
For god sake, put yourself in their shoes, how would you feel? Enjoying? Entertaining? Hilarious? If NO! then stop it, you're not good enough to judge and laugh at others when you yourself is just 'a-pile-of-worthless-shit-of-thing'.
You think you are some kind or popular kid? Sorry, you just made yourself to zero from hell.
Go eat the 'shyte' from your own ass and taste your own poison from your mouth.
Period.

Look things deep, 3D.

It is the second dream of you. What does that mean? I do not know actually. But, we seemed to be closed in the dream. Will it be the same now like how we did 3 years ago? There is no denial that i missed those days. But, i thought i had long forgotten about it. Well, i will just take it that i had not. I may appeared apathetic in the upfront, still deep down in me still lies the emotional self. Well, i will just try to forget about it. People says dreams are opposite to life. Well, so i do not think there is a chance of getting any better.

Walking London; I want to Travel!

Yes! Yes! Peeps. I've gotten myself a hair cut. Finally. I feel lighter, cooler - cause there's more 'wind' caressing my scalp. Haha! Well, i just love it alot. It's way better than the thick bush that even an insect would probably suffocate and faint with the pungent smell of my hair. Haha! That's for today, the hair post. Haha! Wanna have a try at my mum's salon? Beep me!
Cheek-a-dee! Peeps!


New hair;cooler de lighter!

That's the most indulgent way of rejecting someone through the internet - by not responding to their texts. Well, kind of stupid at times at the thought of it. Just a little bewildered, what are friends through the internet? Can they get closer through the screen? Well, my final answer would be depends on who they are. If you met some jerk, then that would be absolutely not. However, if you met some kind soul - which is rare, then that would be yes. I supposed thats the logic behind it. Sometimes, you just have to contemplate a little bit more then what you usually do behind the computer. So my conclusion is that, since that situation of just being left alone, i will never try to love any of my friends through the internet. But, still i will love my bestfriends forever, and will stand by them more than what they can expect.
Well, eccentric characteristic i have - fickle-minded.
Sorry to say, you had just made yourself 'zero from hero' in my friends list- sounds familiar? Well, not exactly.

You deserved what you deserved; things happen for a reason.

Well, what's the point of being so close.
Eventually it will still be drifted away far apart.
At times, i felt that i'm as conspicuous as a glass.
I can be read by the world.
But, still people doesn't understand the message.
People may seem sorry, but they are not.
Takes a beating, i felt myself weak.
What's the point of me propelling forward,
and when i looked back, it's just getting further.
It's exhuasting.
You've made the rendezvous.
Yet, you didn't turn up.
I'm real tired you see.
I just have to go off.
I'm sorry. I don't when i will be back.
Till then. I'm off.

When it gets bigger; its gets harder.