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"Following your heart is like having someone wrap a blindfold over your eyes and take you by the hand. You cannot really see where you're going, or how you're going to get there. All you can really do in such darkness is trust that the 'hand' leading you will never fail to take you where you want to go."  Ms. Yeung, my high school teacher, once said.
 
Shame to admit that @ my age I still don't know where I'm going / wanna go ~  All I know, that place isn't here.
 
My entire life I have been the odd one out. I never truely belonged to a clique or a group of ppl, I never cared, I never missed( xcept for my mom), I never resented, I never fought for ppl to remain in my life. Even in my childhood years I recall this constant feeling of " I 'm placed onto a stage in a production called 'Life'. God is the director and I'm merely a talentless actress who always forget the script." And I have this nasty habit of bumping to sets and falling on my
face. Don't even get me started on the prop pieces!

A life of 'I don't belong' can drive one crazy. Perhaps that's why I have spent my entire life counting down days, minutes, and seconds until the next best thing. I've been told repeatedly of how poorly I have been living my life, of how I need to go out there and grab life by the balls...... Except I am stuck here, constricted within these four walls. Yet I wake up every day solely on the promise that one day I will let my heart carry me to my happiness, to the place where I can finally belong .........

Juz got this hilarious mail from a frd ~ 
 
A little boy goes to his father and asks 'Daddy, how was I born?'  
The father answers, 'Well, son, I guess one day you will need to find out anyway! Your Mom and I first got together in a chat room on Yahoo. Then I set up a date via e-mail with your Mom and we met at a cyber-cafe.  We sneaked into a secluded room, and googled each other.  There your mother agreed to a download from my hard drive.  As soon as I was ready to upload, we discovered that neither one of us had used a firewall, and since it was too late to hit the delete button, nine months later a little Pop-Up appeared that said:
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很記得金城武在重慶森林中的一段獨白 ~  不曉得從什麼時候開始 , 每件東西上都有一個日期 , 秋刀魚會過期 , 肉醬會過期 , 連保鮮紙也會過期 , 我開始懷疑這個世界還有什麼是不會過期的 ?
 
儘管 , 我不相信洗髮劑、牙線、razor blades到了期限便會失去功能 ,  然而 , 自己最近確然發現個人生活中很多事物的保存期限已過 , 味道漸漸消失了、變了、壞了、爛了 ......原來感情就如大部份商品一樣 , 都有保存期限expiry date , 有的長些 , 有的短些 ,  一個不留神便過了期  ~  曾經要好的朋友 , 曾經互相扶持的知己 , 曾經愛過的人 ,  熟悉的臉孔好像離我很近 , 卻也像很遙遠.... 

或許 ,一切早已在produce當天清晰地刻上一個日期 ,  只是當局者迷, 沒有為意....