And so i've just finished re-reading all my posts in this blogger blog.


Those times when i was genuinely happy, right from the heart.

Those times i got so emo that the words 'IM REALLI AN EMO BUGGER', are rightfully mine.

Those times my heart got torn and broken, for the Nth time.

Those times i got realli bored and decided to blog, nothing but crap.



As i re-read my posts, those memories just played back as if there was a mini movie theatre stuck in my head. That day, that year, the nurse said this to me 'So wad if i threw all those pics away? It's not as if i cun rmb when they were taken.' Her words came so bloody cold, but yet true. Wad are we humans devoid of memories? A walking bag of tissues without a soul?


...


For the..


Every grumble i mumbled..

Every frown i made..

Every disappointment that came to stay..

Every single drop of tear shed and gone unseen..

Every heartbreak which left a scar..


nothing's ever seemed to be going right.



But there's still the..

Every time i made someone smiled..

that makes me feel that im not that useless afterall.



Duh. So as i was thinking, if my life was written in a book, it'll be a mixture of..


It all adds up to 100% right? Yes it does.

Say, im blogging crap as usual again. How nice.