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Girl:
I see.
I feel.
I walk.
I lived.
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it's too velocious to be feeling exactly opposite of the last entry n nth seems to b realistic anymore. thoughts raced through my mind of how much the laughter n joy is real. though i noe deep down tt they prob did enjoy tt particular moment.it all began with the usual bitching when i had to mention tt tyrant in my hse and reality hits. in elaboration, it's due to the discrimination i have against the tyrant for being a NBK, never-been-kissed, (sorry for the mean description). yes, i m really sorry for calling her tt cos it's the only other term i noe other than virgin but tt is out as it has become too technical.n, a philosphical war ensued.one against three.one on the beautiful world n three on the cruel, realistic world.reality check:qn 1: if u c $10 on the floor, will u pick it up?qn 2: if sm1 accidentally transferred $500 into ur acct, will u return upon verification?qn 3: if u r upset n call ur frens in the middle of the night, do u think they will come?ans on ur 1st instinct without hesitation.mine: depends, yes n yes. => the world is a wonderful place with tiny flaws here n there.there should be no victory in this war the world is neither perfect nor flawed. the difference is where the scale should be placed. therefore all arguments made were either invalid or bias.n this i admit on my side too. denial made in defense.i noe tt the world is cruel, ppl resort underhanded means to achieve their goals n tt there r more who get to u for sheer exploitation. but so what? the world is a compromisation of good, bad and in-the-middle people.the comprehension i cannot grasp is the fact they could not understand wat is considered to be so explicitly simple in my view. probably vice versa.ok, so here's wat i dun understand.so wat if there r loads of bad ppl in this world? as long as we pass each min, or at least most of the time, happily.life is like sewing. at times, the sewing is smooth and the picture is perfect. others, strings get tangled and end up in knots.in the face of a knot, we should try to untie it. if it's too tight, we might consider the option of keeping it somewhere n taking it out to untie it when we r less occupied. untied, the way to a beautiful picture continues. fails, the only way out is to nip it in the bud or let time do the job.tt's life. imperfect but nonetheless, beautiful.when i walk along the corridor n the weather is good, take a deep breath n it'll take ur breath away.when i walk across the bridge to sch n takes in the beauty of Mother Nature, it's breath-taking.when i take the bus to sch n sees the blooming flowers along pavements and trees, it took my breath away.so little pleasures in life makes it beautiful. if u can't c it, can u c happiness?
♥ 8:22 PM