replies

I know i'm not in the habit of replying to replies, but just want to let you know now that i do appreciate people reading my blogs and actually replying. i'm a person quite fond of arguing and rebuting after all.

you know, for some reason, the guys who replies are all people i do not know.

to bill : thanks for finding my blog interesting, and liking my writing styles. i figured out that i'm too lazy to submit my article else where anyway, but i suppose you can just copy paste my article to that place. i really don't mind. this blog is not copyrighted.

to martin w. : thanks for find my blog nice.

to april: thanks for reading. haha

to fatcat: thanks for you consistent reading of my nonsense. haha. i guess i'm quite cut out for crapping at times, especially regarding relationships, which most are disillusioned about, perhaps even me...

to everworld: light is everyone, even in the darkness of the night, there exists the stars, the moon and the artificial lights. likewise, hope will never be extinguished in our hearts. so we hope and remain firm, that we'll make it, somehow, for pw.

finally, to the others who are reading but never wanting to reveal themselves perhaps due to shyness or laziness, thanks for taking time to read anyway. i've many a complaints that it's too complicated and diffiicult to comprehend from my classmates. haha. i'm not really good in articulating, yupz, so thanks for bearing with me.

Right.

s.c.

p.s. to all who are curious about the identity of her, my answer will be sometimes i don't even know she existed or not. i may wish to tell myself that it's a specific person, and yet on the other hand, not exactly jealous or envious when that person seems to talk more to another guy.

somehow, she's there, and yet she's not, a fickle of my imagination it may has been. A painted image of my reverie and dreams, seemingly beautiful they are and so i write. maybe someday, i'll truly find her, but what difference does it make.

for in my mind, i'm not prepared to take the initiative, and so single i'll probably remain. Perhaps i'll die a lonely man, but with God how lonely i can get?

somewhere somehow somewhat, in that cool blue lighted sky, lies those dreams that will always push me through.

a clue though i may give away, she's never older than me.