i know its quite pride-uplifting to let someone know about your "what-about", but the hell i care!

you know what i have done?

ive done this heroic deed of letting you fall into somelese care and love, when infact i could have given you more.(even though ive got no assurance of something any in return)

but you know what?

God alone knows how much this heroic (ironically, i am not a hero, i even cant have you!i even cant twist the time or twist your feeling to be mine!) resolve cost me, and how many bitter tears i have to shed behind the fire exit door of our dormitory to surivive my private catastrophe.

and still, i have been thinking of the promises that never have been did, and for the sweet memories that i know will not or might not happen again.

i hope you know, i cant drink vodca and dance in reggae with those memories alone...