Opening cans.

Once in awhile (when I'm super bored and have loads of free time like now), I'll read through my email archives and expose myself to so many memories. Sad, happy, funny memories. Of people who mattered, people who mattered the most, people who used to matter but not anymore, people who loved me, people who don't love me anymore. As I scrolled through the emails, it felt like I was being hit by a truck, a train, a bicycle, being bitten by an ant, many ants. Such an emotional rollercoaster ride. And at the end of this, it boiled down to nothing. Only a heart with a small open wound waiting for time to heal, maybe by an hour's time, maybe a day or two.

Here's a snippet of what I read, circa June 2004. It's from one of my favouritest person ever. Still is.

kai. take care of urself alright. dun be a bum animore. dun open urself to pains and hurts that are unnecessary. keep going and know that one day you'll turn out victorious if u live the life that God wants you to.

This advice comes in handy now. Thanks, Maisie.