Leaves me battling with my pride.

"And if our love was a story book, we would meet on the very first page.
The last chapter would be about how I’m thankful for the life we’ve made."

There's always two choices for us. Yes or no, left or right.

I stumbled upon this. You can't weigh which is heavier, when they're equivalent. Different stuffs, but same priority. You don't know. Self-centered or whatsoever, I don't know. But you should know how hard I've tried.

I've got my aspirations and all. And...

"..........it's still best being someone simple. (: you are just too ambitious." -said to me.

If ever I'm gonna make it, babyboy'll be the one behind me. Dearest mommy, too.

Am I too strong-willed for you?

...I'd want to be who I want. Still, I'm selfish to you. Still, I'm everything bad to you.

P/s: I love this current blogsong, Sometimes when we touch - Olivia Ong. Speaks all.