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the secretive me..

Have been feeling kinda bored these days...My holidays? Spent most of them in school...Still got tons of work to do...juz hope that i can clear them up soon...it really has been very busy for me...yar so i was like so bored to the extent that i went to my archives and read several past entries...and found out most of the readers or rather all..could not understand what i'm writing in some entries...and the reason being is that i'm too secretive about it...well..this part about has yet to be explained but i dun see that anyone is capable of doing that..not any experts...not even me myself...it has been part of the package when i first arrive here to this world...

it is true that no one can explain this thing about me but what i know is that my secrets can be ransacked..its possible to get things out of me....my secretivity can be unlocked...the question now is...where are the keys?the ppl holding them.. i long for them...my heroes as the way i see it...it is not within my cognizance as to how many of these ppl exists on this planet...and that makes that anyone..juz anyone out there...to be one of them....however....there are certain things in people which i look out for....a bit of their character...and some other stuff...

so far throughout my entire life...i've not met anyone of them yet...i wonder if i will ever meet them...to see how they are like....so far i have not seen anyone trying to dig out anything inside me...no significant effort....and thus i dun bother to say anything...i juz dun bother....the fact is i need someone who is close to me...willing to help me out...a true friend who is trusworthy enough....there is a freind though...he does understands me but his mind is clogged up with dirty stuff...morally unwelll...but he makes a good friend to me...for now, he is the closest one to becoming the one holding one of the keys... distance had seperated us...our directions in life had done the same...different school....different friends...

there's still a lot about me that people don't know....i wonder for how long will that remain as a fact...on the other hand though..there's still a limit on how much people can know about me...the situation now is like the people out there are like submarines and my secrets are the waters that makes up the ocean...the submarines can only reach to a certain depth..beyond that is impossible due to the increasing pressure on the submarine....i'm trying to put things as simple as they can get...but they keep getting tangled back and it gets down back to being complicated...i'm getting tired...really tired...so now...my focus will be on different stuff....i shall juz chuck this thing at the back of my mind...in the interim...i shall try to complete the other responsibilities that have been given to me....only certain people can understand me...i hope my hero is out there..somewhere...

::: I'm still waiting :::

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