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Sunday, February 13, 2005

regrets. i have a few.

it's weird how i actually miss your presence.
but then again, i stand firm that it is all for the better.

what did i say about regrets?

at least try. cos if u did, at least u knew you did something when you could. otherwise, to not try and live in regret for the rest of life, thinking how things could be different (but it is all too late), must have been one of the saddest thing in the world.

then i realise try as you might to avoid piling your [regrets] inventory, some regrets are inevitable. there are always some situations in life that leave you with no options.

that sad kind of bitterness called regrets.
from the small things. i cringe at some of the things i did and said.
to bigger situations. doing the wrong things or simply not doing what i can when i could.

then again, i looked back at my life and its regrets and stand firm that given the same situation, i would have done the same even if i am given a second chance to live that moment of regret again.

perhaps some regrets are predetermined.

hopefully whatever i forsake for is worth it.

i believe in sweet regrets. knowing that being me, i would have done the same thing no matter what. that perhaps the way things turns out is the best way out. that things could have been much worse.

call it delusion, a sham.. watever.

but at least i can look back, regret and smile (eventually).

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