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.
torstaina, lokakuuta 19, 2006
switching it around
so so, i got a pen from my dad that brightened up my night. quite literally! there's this blue light that is so bright that it illuminates my whole room when its dark at night.
i hate mock exams. but today's was quite ok. thought i wrote as normal. don't know how i'll do though.
hari raya is in like 4 days and i'm so not motivated to go. the kuih's not even amde yet! and the curtains aren't going to be changed. the house can't be painted because of the walls. and i've decided not to get new shoes, a new bag or a new baju kurung/kebaya.
my mom's in the process of baking now though. makmur really smells heavenly. its not a person by the way, its a type of goodie! cos i do know of someone names makmur. i'm not sure if he smells like anything at all really.
wouldn't it be weird to know the smell of someone? unless of course its your granny or dad or mom. then its normal cos their family. as in a non-relative. lisa baby told me once that i smell of spring water. haha. but then again she's weird in a sweet way.
i once knew someone who knew how i smelt. i found it sort of creepy at the time, but he thought it was sweet. i guess it sort of backfired on him, when he said i smelt like that day when we were at some party and i shot him a look of bewilderment and disgust. on hindsight, its kinda funny. he probably thought he was flattering me or something but i didn't really think so. i suppose he was hurt somewhat? never got the chance to say sorry, but hey if you're reading (i will not disclose your name though) i'm really sorry. it was sweet, just that i didn't comprehend why you said that at the time. no hard feelings ya? =)
i'm babbling again! goodbye
marlz
10/19/2006 01:44:00 ip.