Monologue of heart ~Forgive and Forget~

Maybe it's time...

Me: Maybe it’s time to forgive and forget… *sigh*

Myself: After about two years of hatred???*skeptical*

Me: Err… I think, I’m a bit TOO stubborn for my own liking… ‘-.-

Myself: As if that can make it acceptable!

Me: Just shut up, you little bitch!!! You should side with me, don't you? After all, you are me! *mad*

Myself: Now you say it! Then why don’t you listen to me before? I’ve asked you to hit that pretty head of yours to the wall to make it less stubborn did I?

Me: I thought you asked me to pull a gun and shoot my head.

Myself: I did. But I think it’s too extreme! So I change it so that it will be acceptable to read here.

Me: You bitch! *mad*

Myself: Back to the topic! Do you think you really can forgive and forget? I thought your skull is pretty thick to even understand the word alone.

Me: Hello, bitch~ I’m trying here! Where’s your support?

Myself: And then to find that you actually regret it and having you whining to me about it? No thanks! I rather let you down now rather than deal with your childishness and stupidity, moron!

Me: How dare you! If I remember correctly, you are the one who asked me not to forgive! You said that, if I forgive, I will hate back and there’s no point of forgiving if then hatred is the one who reign! Hey! That’s right! You are the one who make it last for two years!

Myself: Well, I know you. I’ve long knew you! You will never forgive and forget…

Me: Speak for yourself, bitch!

Myself: I speak of myself. That’s why I know… Just listen to me, moron. You might try, but as you said, you are TOO stubborn for your own good.

Me: But how long can I keep it like this? Can WE keep it like this?

Myself: Actually, I like the idea of forgive and forget, but I have no idea how we could work on it.

Me: Now you said it!

Myself: Don’t use my words, you moron.

Me: Yeah right, bitch!

Myself: Good! Now we are a moron and a bitch. Don’t you think it sound nice?

Me: Shut up! I don’t want to talk to you anymore! I want to start to forgive and forget! *inhale and exhale*

Myself: As if I want to talk with you on the first place. Don’t whine at me if you regret it later, moron.

Me: Stop provoking me and stop calling me moron!!!!!

Myself: Whatever…. Mo—roon~~

Me: Urgh!! You are soooo dead!!!

Time will heal...

Time is the best medicine. Time will heal the wound, time will soothe the pain, time will shed the tears and time will cease all your misery. The miracle of time…

Actually, is there really a miracle in time? Is it the time that heal the wound? Is it the time that soothe the pain? Is it the time that shed the tears? And is it the time that cease the misery? No… it’s not the time that becomes the remedy of life but our own maturity!

As time goes by, we become stronger, even more matured, gain more courage to live the life. It was our maturity that let the wound heal, that teach us to bear the pain, which hold all the tears from streaming, and stop all the misery. If we are not matured enough we cannot bear the hardness in life.

It was wrong to say, time is the best medicine. If ones didn’t grow matured enough, they cannot stand to live their life happily. Even after some times, ones can never be able to move on if they did not grow up. Sooner or later is not the problem. Sometime, ones can still walk back after a blow just in the blink of eyes, and sometime, even after a decade, ones still can't find a way to even stand. It wasn’t the time that helps us go through the years, it’s our maturity. Just grow up, and you will know what life is…

If life does have the power, then we are the power. Should time be the medicine when we ourselves are the best medicine for ourselves?

The girl and the moon

Once upon a time, there was a girl who loves to see the moon. The moon always shines so bright that it light this girl night. Everyday, she would wait for the moon to show. One day, the moon disappeared. The girl was so sad that she looked everywhere but cannot find the moon. She cried... the next day, the moon still won't come back and so the other day. The girl was so sad that she cried badly until one day, when she opened her eyes, she saw only darkness. The next night, the moon emerged to light the night, but the agony is, the girl cannot see the moon anymore... even the moon is lighting her night, she still in the darkness because, she forget, it’s not the moon who makes her night bright, it was her eyes who allowed her to see a brighter night…

Sometime, we forget what we had and what we want. The girl, she wants the moon but she forgets that she had the eyes to see the moon. Because of that, she had wasted her eyes for the moon that wasn’t hers. This is us. We want everything but we never appreciate anything that was ours. Why? Because it always there. Because we had used to it that we forget how valuable it is.

My guilt...

It’s guilt that I was experience right now!
I know I am stubborn but I never like how stubborn I can get, yet I can’t help myself being this stubborn.
I always know, realize, that I am stubborn and childish.
I never change that over the years or to be more exact, I can’t change that.
Maybe it’s my nature being stubborn.
I didn’t held grunge, but once I get mad, it last longer than it should be!
I hate my stubbornness!
I hate myself!
And I’m sorry…
I didn’t mean to make you worry.
I was not at ease to know I was against you, but my stubbornness didn’t let me step down that easy…
I know I’m guilty.
This guilt is eating me inside that it hurt so much right now…

mnemonikos~~

for the memory...
that's what its mean behind mnemonikos...
as life goes on many thing happens.
some thing happens without we even realize how precious it is until it become a distance memory.
a memory that we leave behind without being appreciate!

well, hye there!
dis is my first time having a blog.
actually, i always want to have a blog, but never really start it, but as i got older(it's hard to admit dis!)i begin to think about many thing.
this is for every word that left unspoken.
this is for every emotion that left unwritten.
this is for the memory that i always cherish...