I wish that i could be like this old vintage car. Looking ever soo stunning, and makes people's heart go "awwww..". Even if how terrible the engines goes or how ingnorant the car is...it still stands through the time.


Everyone has his or her own flaws... oh, forte too.


Here i am trying to figure out which path should i take... path that will lead me to a pinch of satisfaction but spoonful of unregret. Yes, i rather not be falling into pieces than getting my head fly to the air.


But it seems that for every second, minute, hour it goes, the pressure keeps coming. People kept noticing that the smiles faded. I did not realise it at first but now i do, the tiny man that's inside my head...keeping me bothered.


Standing through the time is harsh, torturing. I cant fake it all the way....or can i?


Dilemma. my own good? people's dissapointment? uhuh...such great empathy.


DILEMMA.


I'm still clueless...kept questioning myself. Should i?



Well....afterall, the car will break down eventually....