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Thursday, October 20, 2005
Insomnia, and so it goes..
a friend has begin writing insights in life..
about his inner man;
his observations about life.
and he actually emailed them & share with a few friends..
me included.
i know he has been pretty messed up before,
last year, it seemed he has came back from the wild side;
a sudden revival
though the depression streak is still within him
he has now gotten a new form of release - writing furiously.
instead of wallowing in sad songs & self-pity
and he is somehow very open about his thoughts,
even the wicked ones.
sometimes the line is blurred,
of those he wrote.
i dunno what is fictional; and what is not.
like he told me he dont do booze anymore
yet sometimes,
he wrote that he had too much booze over the weekends again
i dont really care
as long as he writes those good stuff..
at times, reading it beats listening to pounding hard trance.

now, does all these matters?
it does not.
in fact, sometimes we like to blog about things that doesnt matter.
the most important things are kept within our hearts
i cant blog about my daily life events all the time;
about the number of times i farted
very soon
i will get sick of it.
so this blog is huge on my random thoughts
some of the stuff
i have not even consider telling anyone
its like you cant just start a reflective t& weighty topic out of nowhere;
people, sometimes do not listen hard enough
my blog, it will always be faithful
it will always belong to me
my share of voice will always be the loudest
there is a possessive streak within everyone of us, no?

Recently,
i hv been learning the art of letting go of things that matters to me.
i want to start like a fresh piece of paper
a fresh patch of sand that the waves have just washed through
I, just wanna be me.

I agree...If only we could be like a beach - waves erasing where thoughtless people have scarred the sand with their feet, and a breath of breeze to remind us that we are not alone...what we do not let go of will only wiegh us down - and life's difficult enough as it is without the extra baggage.  

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excess baggage will make us drown. lets throw them into the sea.. :)  

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