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.
sunnuntai, toukokuuta 30, 2004
s u l l e n a n g e l
woke up this mornin and started my cookie making...btw, thank you to my master who tried his bestest to cheer me last night...anyways, the cookies came out nice...
continuation to last nite's story...
Ili was shaken from her deep thoughts when she felt someone tugging at her sarong. looking down, she saw her child, Melur. she smiled down at her, wiping away the hot tears on her cheeks.
taking the child by the hand, she guided her back into the house. poor child, it was not Melur's fault that she was born so. doomed to a lifetime of dependance on others. Melur could not even recognise her own father. the only person melur could recognise was Ili, and it infuriated her father.
"mmm, mmm" melur mumbled, tugging at the sarong. that were the only sounds that she could make out, and Ili supposed that she was trying to say "mak" but the word got stuck in her throat somehow. it did not make her love melur any less. the child had a pure heart, and she was grateful she had a child.
still isn't finished. have to continue when i have time.
i'm praying that abang is being a good boy like he always is and studying right now...and so is master like promised...don't sleep too late...remember to bring your ic and dictionary ok?
still feeling sick right now...got a flu the past few days and so i am sick right now...this shows how stupid i am...fallin sick before a major examination...and then now having a head ache...and also a full break down...meaning i'm feeling positively "funny" right now...wondering why i made cookies? there's your ans...to distract myself...
i'll take a baseball bat and hit you over the head...over and over...till the warm trickle down your forehead can't be felt anymore by you...bcos you are dead...
i s n ' t t h i s w o r l d s a d ? w e h a v e f a l l e n
5/30/2004 09:11:00 ap.