one day good, the next miserable. oooh..what is wrong???
it’s times like these i really miss being in company. but when in company, nothing comes out. i just keep silent.
again i’m back to shutting it all up.
i’m not brave enough to say goodbye. i wish i could. i’ll remember you. if remembering me will be hard for you. it’s ok. i don’t blame you. i’ll carry this regret. not having you around like how we almost always talk about will be hard. but i’m not brave enough. i’m sorry. i’ll remember you. good life dear friend.
i dreamed i saw anakin. and as far as padme and anakin goes. we all know very well the relatonship is dangerous. my mind doesn’t bother about the dark side. but what happens when i’m unconscious is out of my hands. sorry. i guess, after so long you still leave a mark. for whatever reason, beats me.
so i survived this week. with scars here and there. oh well. at least i survived.
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friday morning Public International Law presentation. spent an hour in the morning pouring out on 10 pages of written work. more like babling away work. then in class, talk talk talk for 20 mins. answer answer answer for the rest of the hour. did not feel the tension. not an ounce. well maybe a 1/4..hehe
friday evening, draft draft draft, letters letters letters. zzzzz…major panic!!! stupid printers!! darn last minute stress!!
so, i just realized what i just realized..i’m not cut out for drafting letters. either i sound too nice or too kurt. take your pick. with that, i thank you. i’ll stick to enjoying being questioned in class. for now at least.
off to do some errands with mommy, we sang..
I’m popeye the garbage man,
i live in a garbage can,
i eat all the spinach,
that i find in it,
i’m popeye the garbage man!!
bluek bluek!!
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such a kill joy!! mirka is baking a baby in the oven!!!
Roger, i’m happy for you. but get married please. even if i know you don’t want to coz u haven’t found me yet. *sob sob*
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10th march.
my lil’ brother, Nishaan was born. 18 years ago.
i love him the same if not more every single day.
from the baby in the womb. mama would call me and abang to listen to the baby kick.
from the boy with golden brown locks of hair. yes, golden. and cheeks to die for.
from the little but sturdy kid he became. noticing every unhappy line on our faces and giving us a “don’t ya worry, everything will be just fine” hug.
to the young man he is becomming. slowly holding into his own. (yes, yes, even if i know you are in a not so stable state of mind with SPM results in a few days).
you are and will always be the young master that rules our heart. we love you.
happy birthday!! thank you for being you.
graduation is just around the corner.
economy is in crisis. not so feeling it. but will very soon. *dush*
must start job hunt.
internet social networks are controlling people’s lives. between blogs and facebook and bebo and twitter and friendster and myspace and and and, no wonder we loose topics for conversations. when everything is up on display. the mystery is gone. we just tend to repeat ourselves.
let’s get back to ‘face to face’. i see you you see me. we talk. unless ofcourse we’re separated by a thousand km and out of sight.
the day i get to stop waiting for you,
you’re getting a sucker punch from me.
just right after i say “i do”.
lol.
