"Honest luv makes one's soul a reflection of the partner's moods. -Jan. 01, 2005
And as a room seems larger when lined wif mirrors, so do the joys becum amplified.
And as the individual items in the room becums less clear and sharp, so does the pain diminish and fade, spread thin by the sharin.
That is the beauty of honest, true love, whether in passion or frenship. A sharing tht multiplies the joys and thins the pain."
In My Place... I'm Walking Away
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Here, Right Now.
Friday, September 09, 2005
| Can one man makes a difference? There's always this question at the back of my mind. When I am alone. When I am faced wif adversity. I always wanted to be remembered. For all the good tht I had done. I always wanted to make a difference. I wanted to be remembered as the guy who had done good, tryin to make those ppl arnd him happy. To see smiles etched on their faces becoz of my actions. Why don't I juz feel that way? There's always this constant sadness in my heart. Reflecting back, time and time again I ask myself.,, Can one man makes a difference? Hav any of them remember me fondly? Or will I fade into nothingness, a legacy of my darkside left behind...? Tht's wht happenin wif the world nowadays. Bein remembered of ur atrocity. Of sum idiot who foul mouthed u and those brainless ppl believin every word of it despite seein tht person so hard tryin to do good. Itz easier to blieve in sumthng bad abt tht person than good isn't it? Why? And i always remembered Azrul. His neverending enthusiasm. His cute botak head. Yeah... i feel its unfair tht he had to pass away at such a young age. Juz like how I use to feel it was so unfair that dad had to go when i was only 11. Yet.. all these ppl.. i always remember them. All the good thngs they hav done to me. Will I be remembered in the same breath? Or will I fade into nothingness? All this while.. i still livin my life honourin their memory. Not many will remembered a kid who died of cancer. No one will remember a gerl who died of a tragic motor accident. And ultimately, not many will remember my kind doin.. my sacrifices. But i've promised... But the weiht of it.. grows heavier wif each passin day. |