sufie munira hendricks



18
7th January
Millennia Institute
Half-Portugese, Half-Malay

Shall we cross paths again? I do not know.

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Monday, July 30, 2007
The grass is green and the sky is blue.

It was showering. It's never a good sign when it rains/showers/pours. True enough, it proved me right. Adrenaline raced around my body to find the perfect spot. I thought it was nothing. Just another adrenaline rush. Oh well, to my surprise, it really isn't JUST another adrenaline rush. There must be a reason.

Never did I thought I would break a glass or a valuable thing. I know somehow or rather, the glass on the other side shattered into many pieces. Too many that it's uncountable. And I knew right there and then, I lost the most valuable item I had. Shattered and lost. Devastated and confused.

Now, the sun is shining brightly showing its majesty. I am in absolutely no mood to be enchanted by its beauty. Wonder if there's a rainbow...

The world is filled with people who have achieved their dreams, on the verge of achieving their dream, still figuring out why did God create them, or people who are just dreaming. I, for one, am not really concerned with my dream right now. I, fall in the category of still figuring out why did God create me. In fact, I'm still figuring out what's my personality like. People say, I hurt them just with my words and some say I'm a cautious speaker. Go figure.

But really, I think it's not my words that hurt others. I think, or perhaps I believe, I hurt them through my actions. To cause someone to cry is to cause a piece of your own heart to break, piece by piece by each tear that falls. To feel guilty is to know that there's going to be consequences of your actions or in a worst situation - punishment.

Other people take your problems easily because they're not in your shoes. And you'll end up saying, "It's easier said than done." Yes, much to my disappointment. I am just a human. Fortunately or unfortunately, I'm a girl. More or less, I'm blessed with a gentle heart which stores millions of feelings that adrenaline causes. I am terrible at admitting guilt. However, I do a wonderful job showing my feelings! Be it happy, sad, angry, you name it, I'm a pro.

My sole purpose of typing this is to get back my most valuable item and try to mend the glass pieces that I, unintentionally, broke. Nothing physical whatsoever. I just hope my most sincere apology will help.

If others make you believe that I'm the worst, I rest my case. Just so you know, I love you.

xoxo
5:57 PM