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:: juz taking a moment to remember ::

Tuesday, May 29, 2007 1:38 AM

why why why

isnt it enough that i almost blacked out yest and just a short walk home i had to sit down 4 times and everyone looked so shiny and bright and then black and grey.. and then cuz of that i couldnt go to work, less income, and then i had to break my specs into 2 cuz i accidentally thought it was the weighing machine.. not literally of course.

and then today!!!

i am really damn sad
i keep finding out that in life, we are always forced to move on, whether we like it or not.
sometimes all we want is a slice of the past
some remains
but then sometings would always happen to cut off those memories
i had many many documents/letters/irc logs/msn logs of friends and dear people saved in this folder which i didnt want to share with others so i omnipass it (decrypt with omnipass program)
then happily i saved the folder to my thumbdrive and let wilfred help me reformat.
alas!
saving the folder does not save any bloody so much memories data inside
i needed to save the user profile
and now everthing is fu**king gone..
sorry but i am just too.... pissed at myself for decrypting it in the first place.
arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
why God??
why cant i have just that bit of leftovers?
isit really a sign that i should leave everything behind?
but why why why
cant i have just that teeny weeny bit of recollections...
of things so dear that i lost,
of friends so close that drifted,
of people whom i am never going to speak to in that way again..
damn it u omnipass!!!

Signing off,
no more ink.

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