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first time i'm writting from somewhere other than my home..

haha...feels like you're a writer. reporting. silly i know~;p

so yea, currently waiting for my next class which is 2 hours from now.

lots happened during the weekend. i volunteered for FFF 08 along with kim, adam, shany and zayan. since i was ushering people into the screening room i got to watch the films shown. and on friday we went a bit ealier so that we could catch a screening without having to worry about tasks.

i'll tell you this, if you were there, now you would have a different perspective on life.

the film are of real life, real people, real events!

i am a people person so it's sufficient to say that i had a great time...

got a free tshirt, stickers, an awesome belt which was made by indigeneous people (kim and i bought the same one except hers is with small beads and mine a tad larger), a bracelet by the same people who made the belt, got to meet intereting people, freaky people (kim and adam would know haha~) and gained experience and contacts.

so in the future i can do more volunteer works. i find peace there with the others volunteering selflessly, putting others first. just imagine..

there are much more severe happenings out there, be it our neighbouring countries or the other end of the world...we are all humans, and the same regardless. if we could just open our eyes a bit wider and we will see that instead of revolving our lives around ourselves why not look ahead at others in need. perhaps by doing that we could achieve greater height and may find in the end what we were looking for all a long...

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that someone called me the other day. he was feeling down i guess, cause that's when he usually finds me; when he's sad, troubled, in trouble, in need of a hand.

"i just felt like calling, i didn't think of what to say." that's what he said after a hour has past.

he said he saw this episode in House, and a scene in it reminded him of us.

he felt guilty. wanting to see how i was living.

i told him i was fine. i'm taking each day as it comes.

he said "somehow that doesn't convince me"

i was silent. though i felt like screaming at him. "how could i be fine? how could i be content after that? how can i have the feeling of being alive? why?? why are you doing this to me? bringing this up now? after all this time i've spent picking up the pieces, you are back to scatter them again."

he asked me again and again "is there anything you'd like to say?" he said

gotta go. will continue later~