more story,....

I juz came back from 'berbuka pose' at Rawang...
so damn tired plus i'm having my asthma attack this morning...
when i read others people blog, seeing them with their own partner..
make me jealous.. why must i have that kind of feeling???
why must i hate to see their happiness??
is this becoz i don't have what they have??
or becoz i love the person who had their soulmate??
i don't know the answer...

Well... life must go on no matter what...
i'm happy to see the person that i love, happy...
LOVE.. means letting the person that we want go...
to catch their own happiness...
and that's what i do...
what can I say,
they such a nice couple....
i'm happy for them....
really happy..

Am i doing some sacrifice here???
HURM....
maybe... and maybe not...

TO HATE MEANS TO MISS,
TO UPSET MEANS TO LOVE,
TO LOVE MEANS TO LEAVE,
AND....
TO LEAVE MEANS TO CARRY ON....