Kene tuka mood blog i balik. Jiwa racauan dah masuk kembali. Awan gelap menyelubungi blog i sudah.
*u awas cik sal, i bukan carut diri sendri ye! anyhow, black is beautiful. Ko puteh sangat kah sampai kene amik vitC ngan supplement glutathion sampai 3 bulan tu? ops.
Anyhow, not wanting to digress too much, back to my original content: -
Have u ever wonder how it feels to be the last person to know about something? or maybe the last person to be given the opportunity or the exclusivity towards any news or moments experienced by your love ones? be it friends, lover or family?
I know how it feels. I've experienced it. Not once but many times throughout my 27 and counting living years (yes, despite my mathematical-challenged about my own age, i got it right this time). I have always believe and will continue to believe that the whole reason for a person to have someone they called 'close-to' is when things are being shared together. sad, sorrow, happy or joy.
But when those moments were not shared with each other, how would someone justify the proximity that they have or had throughout years of them being together? Many would have claimed that they have known someone for so long but yet in reality knew so little about that someone at the same time.
Isn't it ironic? Don't you think?