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Friday, December 30, 2005

Yep, i was right again. They made me eat 1 day of my leave next year when i suppose i could have gotten an off. At the very least, i still get to attend the event, even though SOMETHING managed to screw up.

Music somehow really affects my mood. I was listening to some sad piece of music from Final Fantasy XI called recollection and it made me start thinking about my life thus far. What I've done, what i've been through, what i've accomplished, what i failed at, the friends i've made, the things i've lost, my dreams, everything.

It is sad but soothing and it somehow fills up the emptiness that inside me. I feel as if my soul is at ease...kinda, even with the knowledge of all the crap things i've ever done.

Maybe what gives meaning to life is to have a dream. Without a dream, perhaps living on would be meaningless. Just carrying on with daily life aimlessly. Mine is a very simple one, yet its very complicated at the same time. Nevertheless, it still gives meaning to my life. Nothing else really matters. (=

Come to think of it, it has influenced a big part of me.

I always tell myself, I have no need to prove myself to anyone else but myself. I'll carry on even if it means i have to do so alone. No regrets.

Dreams
Wishing...; 12/30/2005 03:24:00 AM

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I look back: the sun-baked railway tracks are hidden
By stormclouds- even if they change their shape,
May we always remember
The yesterdays left behind by the seasons...

Chasing, chasing the fading vapor trails
The signal is given too early- we start laughing
So that we can always look straight ahead,
Even if it's slippery with sweat, I won't let go of your hand, ever