This is my story...

Saturday, November 26, 2005

I guess sometimes things which are not supposed to be done cannot be done. Doing things your way will not help in the long run. Forcing things to turn for you will not do good either. That was what I'd learnt a few months back.

Anyways it is another weekend again. To some it is a normal Saturday, doing nothing to whole day except to eat or sleep, hoping for something to happen, and to others, they make their weekends fruitful; talking a walk, enjoying the scenery at the beach/garden/zoo/whatever, oogling at girls in town/city, and all that. They create and find their oppprtunity. They look for them instead waiting for it to occur.

Ask yourself, how many times do we really wait for the golden chance to come, and then when we think thoroughly it is indeed one, and then realise it was already gone forever? Or most of the times we go around searching for something to happen, and at last after a long and painful search you finally found the thing you wanted?

My bad. I know I am ridiculously bored, trying to spout out some nonsense for this entry, to at least keep track on what I will feel in the future, what the heck am I writing all these things for, and most of the time it ended up like this: rubbish.

"If there was an opportunity to look for what I wanted again, I would not turn Fate down again, I would never regret the things which I'd done, I never wanted to make you cry again."

Forgive me, I am traumatized by the shiet around me.

I am mad.

Rambled by kaSh at 8:58 pm