A special friend told me a story. About a boy and his father. The boy was a bully, he go around hurting people in town, like it wont hurt a single bit. And so one day, in an attempt to correct the boy's mistakes and to teach the boy, the father told the boy, whenever you think you did a bad thing, or bullied someone, hit a nail onto a wooden plank. And as the days past, the boy slowly turn for the better, and as he hit the last nail to the wooden plank, he realised he actually helped his father in completing the fence. Then the boy felt he did something good at least....... but that's when his father told him. ' I want you to remove one of the nails '. And as the boy un-nailed what was on the plank, the father told the boy, that whatever he do in the past, all the hurting things he did or said,....... while le might hav already long apologised to them, marks cant be erased. Just like the nail, being hit on the wooden plank, a hole is created... and the hole can never be filled to become what it was like before. 

And then I realise how much of a heartbreaker i hav been. For even with the closest friends i love, I never did register the fact that actions speaks louder than words and what's done cant be undone. How you hurt someone, you cant erase the hurt. It's the same how you try erasing off a black ink spot on the piece of paper. There'll be markings on the paper showing correction fluid, or if you colour it with white pen or colourpencil, it'll only turn grey, never wld it become ....... how it used to be.