Dear diary,
So this trip is almost at its end. Why do all good things end in a blink of an eye while the bad drags on forever? Dont you sometimes wish you could just stop time right there and then, so as not to face what you have to eventually? Even better, dont you wish the time machine was invented already? Just turn the pointer to 3 weeks ahead and Voila! you're back to where you started. Where are all white-haired Newton wannabes when you need them most? Uff.
I sit and reminisence the past few most wonderful weeks of my life. Between all the trips to dubai and elsewhere, laughing like maniacs on the stupidest jokes when high and shopping madly at the sales like wild shopoholics, the part to most cherish was meeting up with old friends, who once used to be a significant part of your life sometime earlier. People you've lost touch with for years. Although it was a nice experience in its own, a startling realization struck me. Some had changed while others were the exact same. How is that possible? Doesnt life and its experiences always alter your personalities into either good or bad? But then how'd i miss out on such important parts of those people that were the closest to me? So close, and yet so far. Those thoughts that i can relate to so clearly. Its like i had been living blindly all this time, looking for something elsewhere when all the time it was staring me in the face. How, dear diary, could i be so dense? I never believed in judging the book by its cover. And that is exactly what i did all that time ago. But i guess im being given a second chance, and this time i wont let go.
And that is exactly what you need in life, dear diary. A heart that beats in the same rhythm as yours, a brain that works at the same frequency as yours. A face to fantasize about, to relive the moments with a different set of beliefs now. Sometimes, the heartless carefree perverts of the world may turn out to be your bestest friends.*smile*
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