tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42373574522612804022011-11-21T08:58:56.671-08:00dawnnnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4237357452261280402.post-80540339522399381002011-11-21T08:29:00.001-08:002011-11-21T08:55:05.507-08:00Can't believe in the end I'm back to square with a blog. Have opened and reopened a couple and lastly I reopen one again. <br /><br />But this time, it will be private. Highly, super duper private. Just want somewhere that I can express my feelings. Don't need people to understand me. Just wanna voice out. <br /><br />Got home and not long later, I received a msg from my sis asking me if mum has shared anything with me yet? Straight away I got an uncanny feeling: my brother, Damian. The court session today didn't turn out well. It must be. <br /><br />I started to feel uneasy and afraid... Bomb my sis's phone. And finally can't wait, I went to ask mum... Damian won't be coming home... <br /><br />Realized that human takes things for granted. Do we actually understand the meaning of treasuring the things you hold in the present? <br /><br />Am terribly upset with myself for not remembering this point. Will we get another chance?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4237357452261280402-8054033952239938100?l=fbydawnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dawnnnoreply@blogger.com0