I have failed countless times to update this blog, and I have a feeling no one really reads anymore. However, since this was where I started writing it always feels most comforting to return to write short bit about my life here
I was browsing today this article where a number of individuals had submitted pictures or scans of their teenage diaries. I have hardly graduated out of teenhood myself; once a very interesting character told me that you don't truly stop being a teen until you've passed 25 years of age. Sometimes not even then. Yet I can't help but look at (the now hidden) entries that used to chronicle my life in secondary school and then in junior college. I was a very different person then, and yet, not so.
As I write this now, I am waiting for myself to fall asleep, for the memories in my head to die down so I may just tumble into a nice dreamless sleep.
Yet sleep evades me, as it naturally does when you need to wake mere hours later for the most important task of school. It feels so new all over again, because people just come and go and come back again.
But enough of my rambling, I should really try to at least close my eyes and lay down, and hope that eventually sleep will take me.
To all those people who left my life, I miss you. You know who you are
<3 M
marlz. daughter. sister. friend. cousin. girl. 1988. born to die.
perjantaina, tammikuuta 23, 2004
i ended up overnighting at the park last nite...it was fun...and i saw many prcs ppl...including those whom i did NOT want to see...
well...i went there wif my guitar and stuff...and then we brought all the food...helped faqih to pitch the tents...OBS experience heheez...aniwae i was incharge of the tent pegs...which were all so bent they looked more like fishing hooks to me...
then i decided to go fer a walk...on my own...and i saw fadzly...surprise...i din expect that actually...and while i was walking across the bridge i saw wacharapong fishing...surprise...again...spent some time reflecting...and thinking abt things...i passed by some places...which i din...and i thought to myself what was i trying to look for there..even fadzly asked me if i was ok when he saw me...
i headed back and saw sumone i din want to...wc...argh...of all ppl...then when i went cycling he was no longer there...gave wacharapong a ride frm the toilet...then i went back...spent sumtime talkin to faqih abt camps and stuff...adaweya there as well...then i went home to get some stuff before heading back...
i spent time on the rock reflecting again...faqih nearly injured me with a fishing hook...fishing takde lesen jangan nak action...crazy fellow...nearly to the flesh off my foot...luckily he hit the sandal...not my foot itself...and he sorta got the line in a tangle...so i was bored and went cycling with faryed...in the dark...so cool...anyway...i saw zarifah there all of a sudden...so funny...was up fer some time at the bench...three guys passed me...and i sorta had my hair on my face...they were like...bangla ape ni?...they gotta shock when they saw it was a girl...and when i said assalamualaikum...ahakz...so funny...
well..i slept for like an hour before i woke up due to my autny shouting in my ear while i was sleeping...haiyor...talk so loud...well...i was up at arnd 3 and decided to go backt o the bench again...tat was arnd 4...and i suddenly saw rafidah walking...haha...was wif nurul...crazy girl wanted to bathe at 5 am...not me...in the end her mother din allow also...so i went alone at 6...so clean and nice...
aft bath went to cycle wif zaidi...he goes pretty fast...then we came back...and they breakfasted...and asked me at least a zillion times why i wasn't eating...and i answered for the umpteenth time that i'm not a breakfast person...gosh...started raining...and i looked like some mina kampung in this sarong over my head in the rain...i and faqih ran to shelter...we share sarong osso no use since it was drenched...wats more this cuzzin of mine went to shower...in the rain...and changed...and came back drenched because the rain got heavier while he was in the toilet...
so i went home lar...earlier...wlaked home drenched...this idiot tried to make a pass...middle aged fellow...told him off and walked away....serve him right...too bad i din get his licence plate number...that asshole...angry...i'm fuming...
before i went we talked some with fidah and zarifah...funology...anyway the hot topic was x country...gosh..i dun want to run...and neither does rifah...thank goodness i wasn't the only one...
i slept the rest of the afternoon...so fun...got some visiting to do tml...dreamt of you sayang....i wish you were there at the park...the sight of wc irked me...but if you were there i would have felt better...good night and sweet dreams friends...may God bless you
1/23/2004 02:02:00 ip.