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.
maanantaina, marraskuuta 15, 2004
hari raye
selamat (jeng3) hari raya (jeng3)
okokok, being raye crazy here. so, i'm sick. yep, sick as hell. even eric said i sound like a frog. and the meds. they taste funny. acherlie, they don't taste funny. they taste bad *bleah* but i have to take them. darn.
so why did i fall sick when i'm supposed to be having a great raya? well, it all started the second last day of puasa. so, i was up happily watching a bit of tv, when my mother ups and decides to wash the windows. at 12 midnite. so what, you expect me to sit there and watch her do it. obviously no. i'm a good daughter. *gags* so i get my butt off that chair and help her wash the windows. done. then she decides that she has to put up the curtains. gosh. the NEW curtains. get this. THEY NEED TO BE IRONED. so she irons them, i prepare them for hanging. done. and then, of all the things that happens. we find out that the curtains are too long. terlampau panjang. and my mother being someone who wil grumble and grumble as she sews, i offered to sew the curtains by hand. since she refuses to get a machine. and so i start on that laborious task, valiantly trying to stay awake, while my mother sits and waits for me to finish. that done, i thought i could sleep. but no, there's more cleaning to be done. at last, i managed to get a few hrs of sleep. i k.o.ed at 6 pm bcos although i went to bed earlier, we have ppl who snore in my hse. gosh.
next day. wake up aft 3 hrs of sleep. clean my room. clean the hse. clean this. clean that. clean everything. do some last minute kuih making. get dirty. by 2 pm, we pack. we go to AF hse. stay overnight. my eye swells up. *grumbles* it recedes aft a few hrs. clean up. thought i cld sleep early. so i tried. i woke up at 2 aft 2 hrs of sleep. why? bcos i couldn't sleep comfortably. watched AF cook, until arnd 6. tried to sleep. woke up aft 1 hr.
so the raye things start. so kecoh. noisy. and the ppl smoke in my face, as if i wasn't sick enough. meet ppl whom i do not wish to meet. met ppl whom i love. drink this. eat that. all in that pink baju kurung. *sighs* laugh alot. then my dad came. he wanted to go home, so i thought i'd follow since i wanted to escape and get some rest. he also didn't know the way home, so i used that as an excuse. of course, aft i collected my green packets. *grins* so. i changed. my clothes were wet. the bus was cold. i coughed my way home. and when i got home, i find the hse messy. more cleaning. *groans* so i clean, fold, wait up for my mother. and at 2, my eyes half closed, i give her a call. guess what. she wasn't coming home. why? nenek haji passed away at 8 pm. so the funeral had to be arranged. so aft finishing off the chores. i go to sleep.
finally had some rest. but i already sounded like a frog in the morning. clean up some more. wait for mother to reach home. cook rice. wash the dishes. aft that i sleep. more rest.
thats my raya in brief. and i feel terrible. gosh. btw, to all friends who wish to come to my hse this saturday, pls contact me k? and those whom i have already invited, pls pls pls come. its our last time i guess. you know what i mean ppl. love you.
slmt aidilfitri, maaf zahir dan batin.
11/15/2004 03:17:00 ip.