I remembered what my friend told me. He held my frail hand, squeezed it tightly as if he wanted to squeeze a little bit more courage for me. And he shouted at my ears, drowned my pathetic weeping, "You're stronger than this. You're definitely stronger than this! You've been through worse! Don't you? Fish, look at me! Don't you? You can do this!" She hugged me tightly. I sank into her feebly. Another she kept drying my tears; another he looked at me helplessly and grabbed my arm. The sudden breakdown, the overflowed tears. I'm sorry I couldn't stop it & I was being so weak that day. But don't you all worry about me, my loves. I'm much stronger now. I have to. I thought of you all when it happened all over again. It gives me strength. Look, I'm okay now :) I'm alright.
Read sister's blog. She says,
Straight to the point, no? That's what we always do. We tend to make ourselves exhausted just to importunate something that we couldn't acquire; but we never cherish what we have because we never really know the value of something until we lose it. The person usually loses to just understand of cherish is a kind of beauty. But it's too late by then.
Yours truly. @ Church Street.
I miss penang life :(
XX! Much lurves, Caryne.