Saturday, July 31, 2010

..:: melancholia ::..

came back from my evening run. rest myself, let the sweat dry, my heartbeat slow down. read a fellow friend's blog while the internet connection is still available.

i cried. even though it's not mine, it's still about family - the only thing i allow myself to cry about. it is about his brother's passing. condolences to him and his family.

al-fatihah.

:'(

2:51am

* came back from late night with syaz and nisa - shisha and drinks. it's a weekly fix :P

* a big thanks to them - feel like a big baby with my emo state at KDSE just now. sorry girls~

* kamireka projects galore - hang in there my design mates! :D

Friday, July 30, 2010

i'm annoyed by you.

i'm tired.

sure, you wanted it.

let's go on a cold war.

bye.
*******

i'm sorry if i didn't text you.

i'm sorry if i have done something wrong.

i'm sorry if i left you out in the cold.

i'm sorry if i have forsaken you.

i'm sorry if i have abandoned you physically, emotionally, or mentally.

i'm sorry.

please forgive me.

i'm really really sorry :(

******

Thursday, July 29, 2010

heartbreak

this is tough. FAR tougher than i thought. what mental, physical and emotional preparations that i have made in anticipation of the blow that is a venture proves to be insufficient - Lord have mercy, and give me and my fellow mates the strength, patience and faith to overcome this obstacle.

i'm disappointed when those near and dear to me don't seem to be supportive, sometimes even being nasty about what i'm passionate about. when your loved ones are skeptical (and even at times contemptuous) about something you're passionate about - what are you supposed to do? how does one face that?

on a different note: there's a difference between failing at something and being denied a chance of even trying it. in the former, at least we would have a chance at it; the latter proves to be very hard to live with - you have all the power, the energy and the ability to execute something. yet you are denied of even ONE chance to do it.

every time i think about it, hear about it, see it - i die a little. it is a gash in my heart that will never heal. never, ever EVER heal. say all you want about how i'm being so melodramatic - i can forgive you, because you have absolutely NO idea how important it was to me.