Dear Diary,
Whatever that means. To some. But to me, wrongly or rightly interpreted, it means something deep. You come to a place with false hope. With hatred perhaps. With longing to return to where you came from. You despise the unfamiliarity. You fear for what lies beneath. You decided to play by the surface. But as time goes by, bit by bit, you tend to adapt. You tend to accept. You blend and you open up. You go deep. Then deeper. Then deepest. Then you realised, that oh.. it's not that bad. You like. Then you love. Then you can't do without. But then, sadly, boom!!. It's time to say good bye. Suddenly you feel reluctant to leave behind. What you first fear. What you first despise. You left, and adapt, and like, and then love again. And the cycle starts over and over and over again. I call it life. I call it nature. I think it's painful sometimes. I think it's a must most of the times. Fearing and hating to go. Then fearing and hating to leave. Intending not to know, but ended up filled with many, many great memories.
wuhooo... I'm glad to be in the first photo appeared in this blog of yours! kemajuan yg sungguh memberangsangkan!!!
ReplyDeleteon another note, thank you for translating my thought and feeling in a beautifully written piece :-) (assuming that i am the subject matter lah kan?)
"cecilia ahem..ahem..." i hope not.
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