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The Dude


Name: Andrew/Just-a-dude
School: SMSU/SYUC/Monash University
B'day: July 16
Likes: Foosball,streetball,football(anythin associated with a ball), Music and Movies, Anime and Animals
I am worth $2,086,906


Words of wisdom


When trying to avoid sexual intercourse after a long day at work, say this to your wife "I knew I should not have donated blood today"


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Friday, July 6, 2007

Crawling

So there he was sitting by the sidelines with the rest of his homes thinking to himself what a bitch life can be. Everyone else had their side of the story but he simply could not relate himself with the others.

Time passes by oh so slowly each day but it felt just like yesterday when everything that is of happiness to him suddenly turned into a nightmare come true. 'It' has happened to him many times before and he may have foreseen this but he wasn't prepared. No where near prepared. Occupying himself during the day but the pain returns during the night. Every morning he wakes up hoping that this was all just a dream. Reality check hits him and he begins to think what's the matter him? Questioning himself everyday just about everything from the way he presents himself to the way he blames it all on rotten luck! Some friends said "not too worry, 3rd time lucky"

However, it's much harder now, he doesn't know whether he should take things seriously anymore. His heart turned cold and hard not wanting to feel the same pain anymore. Sorrow and confusion is all that consumes him now and the lack of self control he fears is never ending. So hard to find the right words to bring himself back up again but so easy it is to find 'those words' which felt like a million stabs to the heart that is being revived again and again just so such tormenting processes would repeat itself. In spite of everything, he never regretted 'that' fateful day. Although the joy was short lived, he cherished every moment of it and will always be a part of the soul's memory. Holding his word, he does not feel hate nor jealousy but only a kind thought that she's finally happy. Much easier said than done as always because he is human too. She has her flaws but he likes her even more for her imperfections. There is nothing else he can do now but to let go and move forward. All the best! he four-letter words her =) miow......

dedicated in memory of caesar




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