My Pretty Scrapbook

I have a special pretty scrapbook of memories that i wish i could keep forever. The contents were put together with lots and lots and lots of love..and pain. In it, someone once wrote...

It is a pity that some pieces of the scrapbook had to go..they were precious especially the pretty ones.  They were all precious efforts. Even the notes that were full of sadness. But sadly.. it's become unbearable. I burned the pieces that once held promises & caring words but are now just meaningless. Still painful though because they are the reminder of what were temporary illusions. That scrapbook means so much to me but would just cause embarrassment if people just happen to look inside if it stayed as it were before. 

I think probably i had to burn some more..maybe just keep the less painful ones. It's really such a shame to have to tend to my own feelings like that.. i would keep it all if i can.. But i just couldn't. 

Back...With Exaggerations.

It's been years . . .

The precious piece of land that I had unintentionally left temporarily in pursuit of a better future, nags at me in my mind. It must have decided that the abandonment was too much, and called out to me, time and time again. I looked towards the voice, but I didn't stop for it. And it was left waiting . . . patiently, with the slightest hint of 'If i have arms and legs imma come strangle you. Make you die several times.'.

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But no, it have no arms, and no legs either.

Heh.

I miss the scribble-like writings that told the world what's in my mind. I miss hearing the melodious lullaby that filled the air whenever I push open the gate into this 'garden'. I miss finding things to go with every scribbles that I put out on its walls. 

But there were always other things that pulled me away, entertained me better, made me busier, made me forget.

Until now, finally . . . I am able to look again, finding the excitement that are calming. Returning to this piece of garden that I built with ♥ and care . I'm now here again.

To put it simply . . .

Here now, at my own sweet corner . . . to blog again . . .

  I AM BACK, BEYBEH !  

 


(And sorry, will still be exaggerating in the future. )