Turning point...

I have to disagree with what I have said in my previous post, Good Friday was good, and bad.

The reason being, I have to depart with what I have been doing for the past 4 to 5 months and erase that span of time within my memory. Nothing will remain the same again. I am not the same anymore. And, so are the people around me. It is all over, irreversible, unforgettable, and almost ''fatal''.

Here, I exhale and sigh. Pardon me if you cannot make sense of the above, I just need to vent my sonorous lamentations. And, there is a vague blur when my ability to express myself hovers low, due to this sudden change in my life.

Sigh. Once again.

These are a few quotes and lines of words that could fully summarised what has happened so greatly that I cannot even bring myself to listen to Mutter.

'Love's the funeral of hearts.' - HIM's Funeral of Hearts.

'Liebe ist Krieg.' - Rammstein's Wollt Ihr das Bett im Flammen sehen.

'Und Feuer und Wasser kommt nicht zusammen.' - Rammstein's Feuer und Wasser.

'Willst du bis der Tod euch scheidet treu ihr sein für alle Tage. Nein
Willst du bis zum Tod, der scheide sie lieben auch in schlechten Tagen.
Nein. ' - Rammstein's Du Has(s)t. This is especially revelant to my situation now. And, the song title is scarily true. [gets reminded of cosmic energy, yet another thing that has brought back many memories that I cannot confirm is true.]

160 Tagen, wir kommt zusammen. Nicht mehr.

Trying to forget is as tough as running 2.4km. But, I will try.

Listening to Rammstein brought back numerous memories, so will going to Border's Coffee Bean and Aunty's shop. Well, we cannot bring back a dead. Unless, in Heirate Mich's case.

Hereby, wishing the person best of one's future endeavours and good luck in whatever one does. Before I forget, habe ein Gut Gesburtstag. You probably won't even get to see this, or perhaps in around a few months' time. I just want to say this, because I feel a need to say it.

Like how I bid you final farewell that day, Auf Wiedersehen. Let's all move on.

Es ist alle ein Spiel,
Ling
18th April 2006 AD

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