This is my story...

Sunday, June 26, 2005

Ok let's see. I will be learning 13 different types of rifles for the whole of next 8 weeks.

8 weeks is a very short time. Just like I am already 19 this year, and I am turning 20 the next, then 21 the year after and so on.

Yeah. Birthdays are fun. It will be more fun if you have more of them. The more, the better, the merrier. Let's just hope we will have unlimited number of birthdays, because life is fun, life is so fun that never a moment you can get dull of it; it's interesting because there are different phases of life you will experience, some frequently and some just once in your lifetime.

You never feel sad. It's only because everyone around you is a little happier than you do.

You never fail. It's only the rest succeeded earlier than you do.

If I have to wish, I will wish to live forever, for unlimited resources to bring my life a more fruitful one, for all the people around me to enjoy the luxury of longevity like I do.

Optimistic as it seems, what happens if we have one more day to live? As I said, I never really think about it (Ok yes sometimes and I just daze and stare at the screen to imagine the end of the world, like a meteorite come crashing down splitting the whole planet into two, or some alien invasion like War of the Worlds, or some crazy mofo creating a super massive ultra nuclear warhead.).

There are too many things to be done. Just so many.

"I will knock on your door to look for you, to say the things which I never dared to say, into your eyes I see, the vision which you view in me, and I will whisper into your ears, telling you that I've never regretted knowing you at the first place, never regretted to look for the brighter side of my life through you.

Never had I before feel this way until you came into my life. In my wonderful dreamland I dreamt of us being together forever.. If the pathway you took to enter my life is permenant, then dreams will come true."

Whatever I say it's true. It hasn't changed since the start.

And when it comes to the end, it won't change, for anything, for you.

Even if I just have one more day to live, I will hold you close in my arms to tell you how much you mean to me, and if there is a chance for me to live for another moment with you, I will struggle, to fight for that moment, for that moment with you and you alone, treasuring every single detail of us together, for I will never leave my memories apart, especially the ones with you.

Rambled by kaSh at 2:46 am