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Stay Hungry.



Time awaits no one.

posted by Hydher @ Monday, June 23, 2008  
Singlehood

For some people, it's a walk in the park. They relish the freedom of not being tied down by another person, and having the time and space to pursue personal passions, like picking up a new language, learning how to pole-dance, or going for rock-climbing lessons. They see it as an opportunity to explore who they really are, and who they can be.

On they flip side of the coin, some singles feel like they got the short end of the stick. They find themselves constantly envying otherss, and feeling incomplete in a group of lovey-dovey, starry-eyed couples. Things get even worse when they see the class nerd going out with a hot bobe or hunk. They find themselves contantly asking "What's wrong with me?"

posted by Hydher @ Saturday, June 21, 2008  


I miss having the weight of the world on my back. How i missed stepping in a gym so focused that nothing could stop me. It used to be everything that i lived for. Everything that i ever dreamed of. How it left me with a wicked grin everytime im done with my last rep. How i had to deal with funny looks everytime that i am out. The touch of the cold metal. That clanging of iron plates.

Whatever that ive gotten myself into, im picking up the pieces. Ill be back. Harder and stronger than i ever was.

posted by Hydher @ Thursday, June 19, 2008  



=)

posted by Hydher @ Sunday, June 08, 2008  
Life has been a nightmare. Its scary how action comes wth responsibilities. Is life really all about opportunities, effort and choices? I find myself entangled in the ever winding rat race. The days passes so fast that i find my life being stated in a dairy even before the day commences.

No regrets. We live life once they say.

*here i am trying to be stronger with every day that passes through. You shattered me into million of pieces when you walked out of that door. I keep telling myself to forgive and forget and that life should exist in a straight line. Im trying hard not to contradict and move in circles with the haunting past trailing behind me. I miss the smell of your hair.How my heart skipped a beat when our eyes met. That enchanting smiles that took my worries away. How we laid under the stars staring into each others eyes till the break of dawn. How i looked forward to hear your voice and the sweet parting sorrows of goodnight and goodbyes. I burned your pictures and dumped the presents and yet all that is left is ashes of the memories of what we use to share. Its frustrating i admit. Haunting me with every moment that ticks. What hurt the most was that you never asked, never expected yet i gave whatever i could but things went down inevitably from what i and we used to have. I never had any regrets but why does it feel that you are something that seems so impossible to get over? I wonder at times. Do you still think of me? I really hoped that you moved on and found someone who understands you better. Wish you all the best and i hope you work hard towards your ambitions and do your parents proud. Never give up =)

I find it so hard to love again.You falstered my perception and defined my expectations.I can only hope that for the love of my soul that our lines may never meet. If we do then may i be blessed with the strength to resist the thoughts that have smoulthered me throuthout the empty years.

What doesnt destroy me only makes me stronger. and dear.. i miss you more than anything else.


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