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Wednesday, December 23, 2009
I was digging up my vcds at home when I got bored. I watched Sepet for the 3rd/4th time but it was the first time that I really cried. Yes you grow up being more sensitive but I think I was so slow. And I realise how when I was younger I saw older people losing their loved ones while the other adults gave them such meaningful advice that I used to take for granted because I found them so cliche. I also heard about those scenarios too many times - the dramas on tv and the stories on the radio that came from them people. So when someone in the same generation as me (and even someone older) lost his/her loved one, I gave them the same cliche advice to move on. When I was younger, I thought losing someone you LOVE and then moving on would be less difficult, and I was so wrong. Because I've felt it now."I tried to write you a poem in Mandarin. I tried so hard but the more I did, my words became more and more meaningless. I grew panicky. But then, the panic goes away every time I see your face and hear your voice. I write poems because to me, they are my letters to God. There were many questions in them, and when I met you, I felt that I've found the answers. But I couldn't write them in words. God had answered me with a poetry. He gave me you. You are my poetry."
okay, jiwang lah beb chong gini macam.
HAHA okay so this was funny.
Orked: I like your hair (: where'd you get that?
Jason: mmm, bisexual hair salon.
Orked: errh, I think you mean unisex hair salon.
HAHAHAHAH.
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today I did bangs on my hair. I cut my fringe for the God knows what-th time this week. and I don't think I need rebonding, cos it curls the way I want it to :D at least for today.
had the musical rehearsal, and then teban, and then home. was raining heavily, and then lightly, and then sunny - all three in about an hour otw home? :O
oh yes, working with the others with the musical was totally fun. I gotta feeling we should do this often. heh, as if got time.
monster texted me urgently while I was still rehearsing in school.
(it doesn't sound good translated, I think)
TEXTS:
(12:22pm) monster: Balik kul brapa? Panaskan lauk.
(01:14pm) monster: Balik cepat2. Panaskan lauk lemak cili padi.
(02:06pm) sister: Syiba, balik tolong panaskan lauk.
(02:07pm) me: TAWU!!! Da 3 message daaa! >:[ bingit ah bingit.
(02:08pm) sister: Aku pon bingit.
CALL:
(02:20pm)
monster: Hello
me: Ye ye da dalam bas daa nak balik.
monster: Bukan, abang da balik, da panaskan lauk. Kay2 bye.
hai. pasal panaskan lauk pun kecoh satu family.
as I 'drove' past the school I figured something like a.. what's that called?
a 2010 spirit: that I'm gonna cherish the one year left in school. 3 years have passed and there were so many memories - the good and the bad.
cheh rubbish. next year's my Os.
TSK. ( this is one real BIG tsk)
adios amigos.
ps. I think my mouse is spoilt D: