Love is a temporary madness.

It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides.

And when it subsides you have to make a decision.

You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.

Because this is what love is.

Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion.
That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.

Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches we found



that~~



we were one tree and not two

its been a while again~~~
march is going soon
and april is coming soon~~
a month that i should be happy...


i hope that she will come say happy birthday to me~~
and i hope she is the first 1 to say so~~
haiz~~

i really hope that its going to come true




class started few months already.....
although this is my last semester study...
fell like wanna let pass by fast...
but then again~
i want the time to go slow....




feeling inside me i can't say....
happy?
sad?
anger?
i don't know~
i really don't know


i just myself very useless

another useless crap that you can see through out the streets~~~

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