You know... I hate to look back sometimes. Especially when I've pulled myself so far out from the deep hole. Sometimes I almost manage to convince myself that I didn't feel those pain before. Probably the pain was just someting I felt when I put myself in the shoes of the female lead in the movie. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy to leave those behind. Just like I'll be happy to leave the dark clutches of drugs. And yeah, the pain is equally addictive. I'm also happy that I'm able to give myself a chance. More importantly, my friends are supportive and still see me as me. They don't bring up the past, even if it's to say "I like your present persona better". Thank you friends. Discovered this little folder in my hotmail today. I think the reason why I've not seen it until today is because it has been covered with layers and layers of byte-dust. When I saw that queer little folder, something at the back of my head recognised it as my creat...