Tuesday, August 15, 2006 Y
ya.. it was 0328 in the morning... i wasnt on my bed yet.. guess i've been thinking too much, being too sensitive lately..
i shouldnt have this thinking that i felt like being used.. juz now i was thinking, izzit becoz i was over sensitive or it reali is this way..
no.. it was not this way.. coz he wasnt this kind of person.. mayb he was juz being introvert..
i thot of the times we spent together.. i thot of the times he cracked lame jokes to make me smile when i'm feeling down.. i thot of the times when we were arguing and exchanging stares and vulgarities.. it wasnt using at all.. i mean i enjoyed his company.. does that mean i'm using him as well? of coz it isnt.. becoz he juz makes me smile..
i trust him..
but if one day i choose to MIA, dun blame me.. coz i've not thot it thru n i need some time..
A story to share..
There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.
The first day, the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave ascar just like this one.
You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry the wound is still there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one."
3:28 AM -
hearts