I think this world is full of regrets, or rather, the people having regrets.
Yes, i think we're all filled with regrets.
Only realising it when nothing can be done already.
It is stupid when you do nothing when you can,
and want to do something when you can't.
It is foolish when you you can't brace yourself up to do that something,
something that you've been waiting for, that you thought you'll do it.
It is miserable, when there is no more chance,
when you drown in misery.

When i finally decides on something,
everything else go wrong.
When i'm tired of all the masks behind those faces,
my sense says there're more to come.

Yucks, i don't like two-faced hypocrites.

And i love long talks on bus rides home with vicky.

ohshit this is a rubbish post totally, though it's kind of a reflection.

Lastly, Life's not life without some spice.




fate.
waits.