50 1st Dates. It was a nice show. Commenting this way is just normal of my once already cold heart. A real comedy because of the 2 comedian actors, and a nice romance story to tie the whole thing up. Spent my previous saturday with ppl from the irc channel watching it, and following which, we were at Ai Qin Hai Ming Ge Chan Ting for some "live entertainment".

I've come to a conclusion, things in life is not as simple as it always seems, there are always things that hinders our progress or things that really deals the damage to our character, emotion, mind. Hurt, is usually very miniscule, and yet when one gets hurt, the degree of hurt can lead to many outcomes. Hurt, being short-termed might be the best medicine when compared against a long term hurt, yet not many know how to react when hurt.

I've seen for myself, how one hurts another, with just words, with just communication alone. and that hurt is prolonged by an endless cycle of hope that one gives to another, even when it is impossible between the two. I on the other hand, chooses to end all the hope and deal with the final blow before things go out of hand. call it forsight, but i dun believe in causing hurt forever, giving endless hope to those around me.

perhaps it's because my heart can't be shared, it is in a way, taken. perhaps i'm just sealing myself from all external influences, so that i do not fall into my biggest weakness of getting into crushes easily. i'm carrying an unnecessary burden, one which is built on nothing else but my guilt for what i have done, what i dun wish to do. i'm holding back more than ever.

there are many ppl ard me in my life i need to reach out to help, to heal, yet there are alwiz limitations to what i can do. i can only help those who can help themselves, but usually, i go beyond the mile to give as much assistance i can offer. i never ask for anything in return, but i only want my frens to be able to help themselves, to understand how to be strong, mentally, emotionally.

i never was a piller of strength for anyone to lean upon, yet i can be a walking stick to be used by anyone who has fallen. Yet this walking stick is never recognised for whatever it has done, only to be chucked away somewhere, until another fallen one has found it. such is my life.