full.stop.

at a lost of words here right now.
but yeah.
every chapter must have an conclusion.
I just ain't sure how to end it.
but yes.
it must be.
for it was me who said that last time.
and i always hold true to my words.

you know, about 10 months or more ago i posted this defender's dillemma and the striker's problem or something and yeah. just been thinking bout this. imagine you scored a goal, well, a contested one, and you are jubilant, perhaps too much so. that you got a yellow card for 'over zealous' celebrations. And the manager offers to sub you off. do you go off? yes. i say. for sometimes at the peak of your game, your vision gets cluttered, your confidence too high. that you just have to take a step back, nod your head, and applause the audience. and then, proudly, take a bow.

You know how somethings seem nicer when they're at a distance from you? so desirable, as though it would complete every part of you. and then when you get it, you're pretty fine with it and in fact happy bout it but it just didn't hit that expectation you have and then you kid yourself into believing that it had? and someday you just hit that sudden realisation that you're actually living a mirage?

Being a dreamer means you have to face the nightmares too.

but yeah. thanks my brothers.
for being there for me when yeah.
i need you or not.
Brothers. Eternal.