Half a year has gone by without you, things around me hasn't changed to a great extent. I'm pretty much the same as I was 2 years back, plus a little more maturity. You came to me as a surprise and opened up a lot of possibilities that I myself could never have discovered. Though it was short, they are all in me. Your words and wisdoms are here.
You were like a messenger. Weren't you?
Sometimes, I do still wonder how you put up with me. You definitely had a patience of a saint.
I really miss you, everyday.
I want to move on baby.
Ironically, I've been questioning myself how could I possibly have had the idea of letting you go back then while I'm wanting you so badly now. How could I have doubted on us? I thank you for having faith in me, baby. I'm sorry for all the hurtful moments I've put you through. You made me believe that determination always wins.
The complexity is unfathomable. If only I could have the control over the time machine.
Retardation
sipping in, it’s like I’ve just gone through a session purging and feeling
rather stoned.
I’ve mugged
non-stop for almost 3 days in a row for this.
I’m glad
it’s all out.
It’s
over. Though I’m relatively drained out, I’m relief.
Dear
Biology,
As much
as you know how I hate to say this, but sometimes you’re really a pain in my ass.
I don’t
dislike you, but you’re just too much for me. Learning is always fun, but for
the sake of throwing the whole script up in the exam disgusts me.
Do you remember when life was an ember waiting to burst into flames? Are you so tired and so uninspired, slowly drifting to the end?
Don't let your heart keep breaking. Move on. Please don't look back.
We fall down. We get up. We try to hold our head up when life pulls us apart. We fight and we bleed but all we ever need is something to hope for, something to hope for.
Whatever we can see, whoever we should be is well within our reach. Though nothing is certain we pull back the curtain longing for purpose there.
Don't let your heart keep breaking. Move on. Please don't look back.
We fall down. We get up. We try to hold our head up when life pulls us apart. We fight and we bleed but all we ever need is something to hope for, something to hope for.
We bend, we may break, but we keep it together. We give and we take but we keep trying.
We fall down. We get up. We try to hold our head up when life pulls us apart. We fight and we bleed but all we ever need is something to hope for, something to hope for,
It's from the movie "Fireproof". We watched it together when you were ill in Aachen. Uncle George, Auntie Ming and Enoch were all there. I can't help but think of you when John Waller's album is playing on my playlist.
You said "By God's grace we'll be able to spend our livetimes complementing each other more and more!" after the movie.
Warning: This post is written with an utmost intention to record my current state of mind – JADED
I somehow need to let this out before I hit the bed; I just feel I need to. So bear with my randomness.
Probably due to exam and coffee overdosed I'm feeling relatively crappy. Okay, not probably. It is! Coffee makes me go high and low. I'm not used the, you know the highness. At one point I'm fidgety and another I'm in full numbness.
And the bloody nightmare didn't help. I dreamt of my two grannies' passing away and Jonathan's as a bonus. I didn't bloody sleep at all. My deepest sympathy to my poor brain - that works not only loyally during the day but also intensely overtime during the night. I don't know how I should make it up to you.
Dear Brainy, what do you think of sunny sandy beach with a pint of Guinness?
YES? YES? YES!!!!
I know exactly what you want!
Honestly, I'm pretty motivated. I enjoy what I'm doing and my drive is clear. On Monday I was privileged to attend this meeting for international students in Hamburg at the City hall organized by the state. The speeches were inspiring and that "Ehhhh, I face the same shieeet too, that make us two!" popped up automatically!
Many international students face the same ordeal and it's just no big deal. Just buff up and welcome the next one!
My pick-upper arrived today! - Goodies from 'Bolehland' thanks to my beloved mom. The excitement as you rip off that 18 kg parcel! Bejabbers! It has been the 10th or more since I arrived.
We watched the modern version of The Last of the Mochicans earlier, namely Avatar. I totally buy on the whole visual 3D effect and the USB port thingy between human and creature. I find the idea and concept cool! The whole transmission and teleporting made possible in 2158?
How are you dear? And you know for sure I miss you very much.
In two days time, 2009 is going to be an end. I totally love this holiday house at Magdelenevej 43 in Denmark. I feel really blessed and loved at this moment. I still believe that all good things come from you. You somehow have the power to watch over me, sending people to take care of me. I could feel you around. I'm really counting my blessings.
In twelve days time, it will be the mark of the two years I'm here in Germany. I can't believe how fast time passes by.
Shit happened and love took place.
There's a rush of adrenaline of everything under the sun.
You are in no control of what, how, when, who and where. I have learnt to expect less and give more.
It hinders disappointment and embraces surprises. This way, life is simpler. Being thankful and contentment lead to happiness. Simple joys make my day!
You will be continuously and dearly missed!
I sayang you dearest! You will be continuously and dearly missed!
A delightful newborn anxiously brought into this Universe sharp at 4.41 am, 8th April 1988 by a beautiful couple and named her Michelle Kwa Yin Fong at Klinik Sheela. She was crafted and made in Malaysia of all little state called Selangor and the land of the famous almighty “Bak Kut Teh”. Origin and breed in Klang with her two little monstrous siblings, “J” elder sister and “Ringo” younger brother. She is able to endure and put up with any babbles and chatters of theirs. A problematic, notorious, knotty, barbed and strident child is how her parents define her. Nevertheless she is still the apple of the eyes of her family. She is full of zip and vigorously anticipating a dazzling and astounding imminence.
P/S : Portemonnaie simply means purse in French and German. Here is where I pour my ZweiMünzen, 2 cents in.
