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Tuesday, May 31, 2005 19:14

i wonder, and wonder, wad life actually means to me. u noe, living in a world which is accelerating in such an alarming speed, where everything we do is for our tommorrow(erm.. did i spell correctly?), and leave so little time for ourselves to juz do wadever we want, tend to lose itz meaning to me. for times i've dismissed the idea of looking for a meaning for life as an excuse to slack, but now, wad am i actually putting in work for? can anyone ans?
*****
i noe ppl will say "itz for ur future. for ur own good." blablabla.
do we know our future? we work for a better tomorrow, but how do u know if therez a tomorrow for u? there will be one day which we will nvr have any tomorrow. and that will be the day ppl regret the most. bcox all the while they've been working for tomorrow, but they only have today on dat very special day.
*****
for all my life i've been achieving or attempting to achieve a certain target. and every time my target is so far. able to achieve, good. fail, the target juz moves further. but i've nvr worked for today, which is the nearest to me. i m here, in a foreign piece of land, 8 hrs drive from a place which i call home. home, such a familiar yet far word to me. wad m i doing? y m i so far from my parents? my family? they are like solid mountains, always there for me, providing me a warm place to hide, to smile, to cry.
*****
and yet i m here, so far from them. wad if i dun have tomorrow anymore? then the place which i m standing on will be the most hated place in my life.
i know wad is impt. my home, my family. they come first.

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