many things are like circles.

you dont know where it begins. and you dont know where it ends.
sometimes, just when you think you are beginning, it actually ends.
and when you heave a sigh and think it has ended, it's just the mark of a beginning.

its the uncertainty that grips us, its unpredictability that surges the energy through us, that keeps us searching for the certainty that we never seem to find.

that's the ugliness, and the beauty of it all.

happy ending. now tell me, is that an oxymoron, or not?

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i finished 'marley and me', and teared at the end when marley breathed his last. just like how i teared over 8 below. have i gone soft??
nah... only soft where dogs are concerned.

reminds me of my pete almost 10 years back.
shall not reveal what exactly happened, but let's just say that 26 november 1996 was a day where once again, i caught a glimpse of what maturity is like.

then and there, i grew up. just a little more.