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it’s not the first time, it’s not the worst crime

“There is no sense in crying over spilt milk. Why bewail what is done and cannot be recalled?”

I remember I cried once because I lost a few items in a game I used to play. Yes, it was a horrible feeling but I was reminded that it was just a game and the things weren’t even real. Then, I realized I had been playing games the wrong way.

Games are for fun and for one to learn how to relax. I wasn’t relaxing at all. I was just being an idiot by getting mad or sad at those stupid stuff they had in the game. It wasn’t even one of those strategic games that gives us an excuse to become frustrated. It was a childish (but likable) game. Games are made for us to enjoy. We shouldn’t be ripping out our hair while playing games because the meaning of ‘game’ would lose its meaning. That’s something I learned.

So, I don’t really care what happens in whatever game I play. I try my best to enjoy it. I have to admit that I get overly excited when I play games and sometimes I may seem demanding but I try not to be.

Well, this is just a random thought and a lesson to remember. :grin:

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wake up move on nothing left to prove


“When you feel like giving up, remember why you held on for so long in the first place.” ~ Unknown

“When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow–
You may succeed with another blow,
Success is failure turned inside out–
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit–
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.”

~ Unknown
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wish that I could be your superman tonight

Images from Bing.

This is for you. I want to tell you that everything is going to be okay. No matter how un-okay things might seem to you, I want to assure you that it will be. I wish that I could be there but since I can’t, I guess my words here will have to do. At times when I seemed indifferent to your pain or hurt, I didn’t mean any of it. More than anything, I didn’t want to bring down your hope because crying alongside you would seem worse.

I love you and trust me, I’ll be here always even when everyone’s stepping on your head or snubbing you or not feeling any of your pain. That’s what *s are for. (: Keep lifting your head up and smiling because a smile makes even the worst situation feel okay.

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Lifehouse – By Your Side

All I want now is to be with you
Cause you know I’ve been everywhere else
Looking back at what you got me through
You knew me better than I knew myself

When I feel lost and I can’t find my way
When words are at a loss I can hear you say

I’ll be by your side, when all hope has died
I will still be around oh and I, I’m still on your side
When everything’s wrong, I will still be around
By your side

Fighting my way back to where you are
The only place I ever felt at home
Stumbling backwards through the dark
I know how it feels to be alone
And where we go is where I wanna be
And in the silence I hear you say to me

I’ll be by your side, when all hope has died
I will still be around, oh and I, I’m still on your side
When everything’s wrong, I will still be around

I can’t wait another day to show my space between
Your heart and mine, and you’re all that I need
You say I

I’ll be by your side, when all hope has died
I will still be around, oh and I, I’m still on your side
When everything’s wrong, I will still be around
By your side, by your side, by your side, by your side, by your side

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It will be okay.

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you came to mend a broken heart

“You know when you fear something, you can’t stand the thought of it whenever something reminds you of it? Yes, I’m sure you do. But many people do not understand this fear.

They don’t understand why you have chosen to move and why you strongly reject when someone says something about them moving too. Small movements remind you, tiny gestures trigger off the panic alarm in your head, words take you back to that instant. You can’t move. You can’t hold back. It’s too close. It’s crazy and you wish you could wash it all away. Unfortunately you can’t take back things that have already happened.

It’s terrible to live with regret and pain. Forgiving and forgetting is even worse. How do people do it? It’s easier said than done. You see yourself doing it but when you try to do it, you just stop. You freeze, the words and actions getting stuck. You can’t. It’s too close. It’s roaring like a freight train in your head. Forgiving is way better than forgetting. How can you forget something like that? It’s like a parent beating a child. The memory will forever be etched there whether or not the kid likes it. The same applies for many things.

And when you sleep, you curl up. You pull your knees up to your middle and try to make yourself as small as possible. And you can’t do anything about the things flashing by in your mind. You know you have to handle it and you have to tell someone but what if those people you count on are on the other side? And what if the cause of this is someone you know and have known all your life and can’t just walk away from?

You’re trapped and the only person you can confess to is someone who doesn’t have the power to change things for the better? You can sit there and cry and scream and complain and do anything but no one is on your side. No one believes it. No one actually knows that you’re still afraid. They think it’s nothing big. They think you’ve gotten over it. They didn’t see how serious it was when you finally broke down in the car and screamed everything out.

What are you going to do? You’re going to wait it out. You’re going to hope your heart and mind heals quickly. You’re going to hope that that person disappears. Things take time. But every time you’re reminded of it, you just – you just – you just want to lose it. You just want to close your eyes and stop yourself from crying even though the tears are spilling. And sometimes you cry inside your heart because you can’t afford to show anyone how much it hurts.”

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Lifehouse – Broken.

The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight
Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time
I am here still waiting though I still have my doubts
I am damaged at best, like you’ve already figured out

I’m falling apart, I’m barely breathing
With a broken heart that’s still beating
In the pain, there is healing
In your name I find meaning
So I’m holdin’ on, I’m holdin’ on, I’m holdin’ on
I’m barely holdin’ on to you

The broken locks were a warning you got inside my head
I tried my best to be guarded, I’m an open book instead
I still see your reflection inside of my eyes
That are looking for a purpose, they’re still looking for life

I’m falling apart, I’m barely breathing
with a broken heart that’s still beating
In the pain (in the pain), is there healing
In your name (in your name) I find meaning
So I’m holdin’ on (I’m still holdin’), I’m holdin’ on (I’m still holdin’), I’m holdin’ on (I’m still holdin’)
I’m barely holdin’ on to you

I’m hangin’ on another day
Just to see what you throw my way
And I’m hanging on to the words you say
You said that I will be OK

The broken lights on the freeway left me here alone
I may have lost my way now, haven’t forgotten my way home

I’m falling apart, I’m barely breathing
with a broken heart that’s still beating
In the pain(In the pain) there is healing
In your name I find meaning
So I’m holdin’ on (I’m still holdin’), I’m holdin’ on (I’m still holdin’), I’m holdin’ on (I’m still holdin’),
I’m barely holdin’ on to you

I’m holdin’ on (I’m still holdin’), I’m holdin’ on (I’m still holdin’), I’m holdin’ on (I’m still holdin’),
I’m barely holdin’ on to you

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Philosophical at my best. This is for you.

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i wonder when you close your eyes

Images from cartoonstock.com and jojos-cartoons.com.

I wonder if my whole life will be filled with secondhand goods. Used goods (some even rotten enough to be fed to dogs) keep dropping into my lap and I’m expected to make use of them (and I always do… until they literally die while I’m using them). Usually these used goods are important things in life. Pity these important things such as technology and daily needs have to be old and dysfunctional goods.

And I don’t even complain. I’ve been taking it all in because I’m like that. And no one even notices that I don’t complain. I might talk about it once or twice but it’s all good. Only on my bad days, I feel like I’ve had enough of secondhand goods to last a lifetime. You might think that I’m being ungrateful because there are people out there who can’t even afford things that are given to me but the thing is, I’m about the only one in the family who gets these used goods. There’s about so much I can take, guys.

Justice is crooked as far as I’m concerned. In school, at home, in life? It’s all the same. There will be no fairness and equality as long as we’re all human. I’m seriously considering dropping out of school to become a monk. No sh*t. Sometimes I think I’m destined to be a holy person. I’d like to be at peace with the world and everyone. I’d like to do good because there’s too much evil in this world. Oh, I forgot that monks don’t swear. No joke then.

Oh, look, my fully DYSFUNCTIONAL laptop screen has just turned everything blue. My life rocks. Oh, and the spacebar isn’t working very well. I feel blessed. I love life, indeed.

If I don’t become a monk and walk down the religious path, the first thing I’ll buy when I get my first paycheck will be a school book (I’ll probably frame it too). Because all my school books are tattered, torn, used and ready to disintegrate. Oh, and I’ll donate to charity and if I can, I will send spanking new books to kids at the orphanage. Seriously.

If life won’t be fair to me, I’ll be fair to life. Two wrongs don’t make a right. Keep that in mind.

XOXO.

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