I missed being in a team, all sweaty and talking trash.
Aihh... the good old sweet days. I was so used to being with a group of people, wherever, whenever. Even if I feel lost, I am lost with this bunch of good... comrades?
It was the loveliest feeling.
As I grew older, I think it happened almost naturally too, the comfort cushion, that usually protects me from any harm, or pain, thinning. Nowadays, I experience the blow, harder than usual. And harder each time too. It toughens me in some way, also breaks me in some way. This is when my dad would say, "That's Life."
Haha right.
People move on with their life, no doubt about it. Some choose not to. But secretly, they actually do, just that their heart is playing tricks on them. So they can be called human. :)
I have been trying to catch up with reality, almost three weeks now, and still struggling – with work, with relationships, with energy, with muscle aches, with confidence. Oh my, this time the blow is harder than usual! I hope it'll only get better!
(Thanks to dearest friends who NEVER think that I just talk alot of crap. Haha)
The first “culture shock” I got was not the weather. It was the food.
YOURS ;
WASTEDDIME
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zac
October 27, 2009 12:33 PM PDT
hani mememia likes this :) |
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Lord Dorian
November 11, 2009 08:24 AM PST
I wish I had a group of people to go around with, A gang, a clique of my own, I would totally be the leader, the king, to lord over my people. I went around with a group but only a couple of times in my life, nothing permanent, which sucks, I never seem to be able to keep people around but not due to any fault of my own but rather the unlucky chance that they move house not near to me anymore |
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Lord Dorian
November 11, 2009 08:31 AM PST
Hmmm, it seems to have automatically wrote the URL to my blog but it was wrong, try this one if anybody wishes to view my blog |
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