making sense

I’ve been contemplating on things to write actually. It has been a while and I somehow forgot how to do it 'right'. I don’t know what story to tell (though I do have a lot in my mind), I don’t know where to start, I was even thinking of the sequencing. Which story goes first, which goes last. Should I care at all or should I just write anything I want. It's supposed to be a sequence on what was happening and what’s happening in my life. But im getting it all mixed up. Sigh.

But on a different note, why am I stressing over this SMALL matter?I should just write whatever I want right? Regardless of when it happened or where or how. Okay then.. Lets start with my recent holiday..on the next post.

See yous!

Coross

so..here i am again.alive in this boring hometown of mine.i havent been storytelling much, have i? well, dont worry.im beginning to miss blogging (i think). haha. anyhoo, its good to be back with um..a slightly demented heart.it was different this time.coming back seemed to be the hardest thing to do.it was.i had a lump in the throat.i cudnt talk.i had to compose myself one to many times.while walking along swanston, while sipping green tea frappucino (thanks coy mistress - im hooked!), while saying goodbye to a very good friend and while standing on the skybus alone.then as i got to the airport, i cudnt hold it any longer.i was pacing and crying while my fingers were busy typing final sms-es to friends.it was partly difficult because i got hurt AND i was close to having my period.more reasons to be sad kan.thank god no one sat besides me.i looked like an idiot crying like a baby.well..not exactly like a baby but u know.. :p

i began to accept everything, Alhamdulillah.although im not 100% recovered but i'll live.the pain would come and visit some time (and i'd say hey) but thats okay.at least i know im still a human.

it surprises me, how i can easily forgive u.
thanks for hurting me.

fuck it

fuck distance and time