Regrets

I just sat and mind wonder... but a memory came and make me feel a huge sadness. Some face showed up in my mind, people I love very much.

One of those was my mother. I remembered how sad I was when I lost my mother... I cried very much and regret anything bad I did to her, regret I couldn't apologize to her, and regret I didn't spend much time with her. I was ten back then. People said I was too young to remember anything about my mother, but I remember it clearly. I love my mother very much.

Then I remembered about my friends at elementary school. When we were playing any games like hide and seek, police and robber, wall base (I don't know the English name of Cing benteng), drama, etc. I and few of my friends liked to hang out together. But now is different. When we're in middle school we had been separated. We hadn't call or contact at each other, no, maybe just me who they didn't contact. Well, few of them still keep in touch with me but it's not like before. I miss them very much.

My community friends, GLARYS... I don't have any word to describe it. They are funny though and I like them. But I'm just a tail. Ask why? I'm just tailing them from behind, almost never join their conversations, and they just search me when needed. And when I need them, they just nowhere around. But I miss and love them very much.

Then my love life, I got heart break many times -chuckles- maybe because I'm not pretty like the other girls or not smart enough. Haha~

But I have a though heart haha~

Face It

Face up the reality, don't look behind your back. Stop clinging to people who that never come. Shut your mouth, than lies come out from your mouth. You don't know who ever will come to your life, who ever will break the thick wall around you, who ever will win your frozen-heart. It's just like you've been gambling with your fate. Isn't it correct? Do you really believe how people changes and forget the past? I don't have to change myself, because this is who I am and no one can change that even my love for him. This is the real me, when people just know the fake one. When will you open the mask of fake? I don't know. Then what are you? The 'real' one of you.