http://www.english.uiuc.edu/maps/poets/g_l/hayden/nightdeath.htm

If you have not seen the movie and actually plan on watching it, do not read on.

What I cannot comprehend is why did Logan killed Jean at the end. I mean like, haven't they found the "cure" to change mutants into humans?! Just like Magneto, she did not have to die. period.

What goes around, comes around. People who talk loves other people who talk. A secret shared by two can hardly stay that way, think about all the other ears that listen and all the other mouths that talk. Heck even a secret only you would know, would one day be out. Why? Because it's in our nature. We cannot stop the inevitable, but we can learn to move on. move on. 

If my downpour on everything there is to life can not bring my state of mind back to normality, then I, perhaps do deserve all that had ever happened to me. My failures, my broken heart and all the negative feedbacks I've ever been given. 

What is needed to get a person back up on there feet again?
Does a person really need to fall to its hardest, reach to its end, to fully realize their intolerable condition to understand how important it is for them to change.

No longer is this about the rewards, it is about taking action.

I was cleaning once again and if you understood the way that I do things around my home, you're be surprise. I do not clean as often as I should.

Anyhow, I passed through a bunch of old christmas cards and as I sorted them out I decided to read some of them. It brought back so much joyful memories from friends I have not seen nor talk to for years. Some were even known as my "best friends." On one of them my best buddy from junior high, Abby, wrote "I hope we'll always be friends." I was touched to tears. I miss them so much.

People come and go. I am quite sad that I have allow myself to distant from so many of the friends I cared about. I cannot change the lost of many friends I wished I still had, but I can appreciate the ones that are still with me.

This goes out to a friend who never left me since the first day I met him. We've been through so much. I really really hope that we're always be friends. Thank you for everything.
Happy birthday, best friend.

My godfather is always telling me how much he adores my innocence. It delights me to hear such kind words through his mouth with love but I can't help myself but be humour to these unrealistic ideals my godfather has.

I've once told him that I am drench with sin yet he insists that innocence can be renew, even with all the guilt settled in the very depts of my heart itself. I can implant the goodness needed in my heart and even the very core of my mind, maybe then I be "good" again, but can it really restore the innocence that I have lost over my course of life?

Can innocence really be renew? If so, how?

From my last post, Hing replied “Why forget the past? Use the past to better the present…”

There is a misunderstanding because I do believe that the past is a major factor to who I am today. The thing is, you see, we can not control what we forget or what we do not. It’s a natural process. But the past belongs to the past and what we can grasp is now and the future that holds in front of us.

Life is filled with many unknowns, until then be ready.
Though surprises can be good sometimes… sometimes. hehe.

All living things have one thing in common; we all walk the road of life. Though the thing is, everyone have their own path - their own journey. Life consists with many factors but one thing is for sure, it always leave us with a little gift we like to call “the past.”

I have just ponder across a new resolution where my life stands only at this moment, right here and now. I too, have a thing called past. Within it fills memories of happiness yet also my shared of sadness. On somedays when the painful tears flashes back, my heart suffers as much as it had in the first place.

Today as I was cleaning, I ran through some things from my past. Old entries that had once broke my heart. I have already forgotten much of these sad events if I had not stumble upon my old diary - through time anything can be diminish. This is why right now, my life defines the present.

Is it one of God’s gift of the capability to forget?

I have been to my church for six years and the first day merely seems like yesterday. There have been many wonderful experiences, meeting a bunch of awesome people, yet church and the people from church are not perfect also. Maturing a little too early, I had my share of gossips and rumors throughout the years but the amazing thing is, the really amazing thing is I have been gosssiped around from christians of all ages.

My best friend and I had always resented the church-borned teenagers, not so much because of their biased words and rumors, but more over their “innocent” for being born in church and having parents in church also. Somehow I was never capable to fit in with the other teens. Over the years, the distant only grew further apart.

The friendship between my best friend and I were formed with one similarity - We have always been ourselves. There were so many times when we had been disappointed as we watch our church friends acting innocent knowing very well all the things that they were guilty of. We just couldn’t comprehend all the acts and pretenders; We constantly ask ourselves, why can’t they just be themselves? Yet we have never accomplished an answer.

Now I know, now I know why. I don’t think any one of them intentionally try to pretend to be someone whom they were not. They laugh when there is something funny, they smile when they are happy, cry when they are sad, and praise God with all their heart. At least most of them. So how can I still accused them with false acts when there was none. I believe that the distant between the rest and I, were the secrets- their life outside the church. But who doesn’t have secrets? We all are just human after all.

To them, I am most likely “their” pretenders.

A must read!
Life Expectancy by Dean Koontz

I was really in love with the Honeymoon by James Patterson but Dean Koontz has swept the floor. Absolutely amazing. With all the sci-fi he always write, I never knew he could have also shared such a humour.

“Prepare to be enchanted.”