And because I do more bus rides these days, I listen mostly to the radio. But then again it could be due to the lack of new albums. Which isn't helpful to concentration at all.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
I couldn't say it's the last dash because I've learnt never to say never. But it must be one revolution, or maybe jus another one. It could have easily been a better ride after the bump. But repairing a leaking tap means you will get a working tap and a pool of water all over the place. Unless the sun shines long enough.
But you know for the fact that I already know for its worse, and as cliche as it sounds, things will never be the way they used to be, or at least things will never be the way they used to be projected-forward.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
The community spirit of sitting around a table and handling the herbs was what made waiting easier. And like you never know when you wouldn't be seeing each other anytime soon.
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I hoped the sun could do some good to the flu/fever-on-the-nose, but I am still feeling under the weather.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
"You wanted to rent the fake eyebrows. They cost $4. I think they are too expensive but you still went ahead to rent them."
"We pushed the carts and sold bras along the street. Each cost $7.90. $7.90 only."
"You want to be a singer and dragged me to the competition."
Maybe, it is not the past that I want to keep myself away from. But the present and the future.
The present and the future that will not keep the past intact.
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But, I will not say.
What's worth will always be worthy. Nothing needs to be said, someday if it is worth, it will.
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The song sings, I believe the harder (between us), the more worth it will be.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
I know it's the start of a year and therefore too early to daydream. But still:
Run a small farmhouse/ holiday resort in a popular countryside
Have a boutique shop and design everything possible
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
There is this ongoing drama that talks about the entangled childhood of six children and how their adulthoods turn out to be.
I actually prefer those childhood times, when they were close to each other. But even in the story they grew up and apart. The only thing that holds them together now is the childhood (memories) that they once shared.
And how many grew so far apart that the memories they shared no longer hold them together (but burden them and that they don't recognise that).
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There is this drama that talks about how the male lead whom lost his memory in an operation finally discover his past, gave up the second female lead for the first female lead that he shared the past with.
The past was important but why is it important now.
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Maybe I bury everything in the past too well so that (I hope) they wouldn't affect me now. Maybe it's jus being practical.
Saturday, January 09, 2010
The productivity for the first week of the year was high but spirits were low. I can't remember wanting to do anything other than coming home and watching TV together.
Monday, January 04, 2010
Those past few days, when it was less-than-a-good day, I slept through.
When it was a good day, I made cards:
And my sister went on a spree on my behalf, down the list of the stuff I wish to have, literally, and got me a dress. Thank you.
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If there is one thing I want to tell you today
Suddenly I feel like crying all the time.




