LiFe oF gUohU|...cHp 137
bloggin life resumes... so guohui's reporting in... ok, had quite a fine day today.
woke up at 2pm to go online... chatted with this qiaoying tt happens to know me from ATC. tt broadrick girl to pester/ bombared me with sms for a few days... lol... ok, i realise i have a certain generation gap with younger ppl nowadays... lol... which i reminded from the conversation with my bball kakis on being 18 is like sooo old... ended conversation at ard 2.34pm when i had to head down to my hse nearby coffeeshop for lunch.. ya... den saw some old primary sch fren and yeah... was accompanied for lunch... lazed ard the coffeshop for an hr or so before heading home to read newspaper and to game a little... went out at ard 5pm to the bball court to pass my time there... chatted with the bball kakis and had a puff.
played best of 7 series 3 on 3 with zhe yu and co before sitting down to crap... weijian was having his off day from his commando camp and shared parachute jumping experience with us...
den went home only to realise tt my mum is nt back from suntec.. had dinner with my father and watched some TV show before coming online again to do some webstuff.
wad a boring day man... at least tml i'm going out with some frens...
ok... i dunno why i am writing it this way... have been feeling so bad and so down since ytd... am just not feeling myself at the moment... all it is all because of a regret... something tt i promised myself and did not do on july 18,2005...
maybe it is a case of bad Risk Assessment Management.
maybe i tink too much but do too little.
maybe it was not meant to be.
maybe
maybe
a thousand "maybe's" it may seems, excuses or nt, it is wad it is now...
and i feel the loss, i feel the pain...
i duno how i am going to face the truth.
i duno how to carry on from here.
esp when i feel so empty.
it is no use trying to tell myself to move on.
but i can't.
maybe like ytd, i'm nt gonna slp a wink till dawn.
i am still tinking of a thousand possible ways to handle it, or even other possible scenario.
why?
it is tough to learn tt crying over spilled milk is of no use.
troubled.
the pain of loss, is just too much to bear....
