*anonymity.
Whispers
naked.
tell me, what do you see?
i see lies, deception, and manipulation.
The Writer
the ironic water-bearer.
the gem. the life.
the one and only... miss A.
Watchers
Almiekat Ally Alias
Fatehah Nooraini
Fiza Bani
The Sister
Pok Xiang Yan
anonymity for life.
- the wishlist -
the lottery
the historical trip
a big king size bed
a great guy and ...
an accidental new love.
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Saturday, February 5, 2011 @ 7:07 PM
I sit alone in the room, upstairs.Tick tock tick tock the time is passing me by. I await the clock to strike 8, solemnly. I don't really wanna go back there; to the hectic life again. The momentum is pretty low now; I'm not prepared to jump into a new level of momentum suddenly... like tomorrow...~ This time, tomorrow... I'll be standing somewhere in the hospital, probably by the bed of a child/ baby, wondering what lunch might be. And exactly 6 days after today, I'm officially 23. Damn. 23!?!? I'm old. Older! Suddenly, high school seems so far away like an old history. TEN YEARS ago, I entered to a world full of hopes and promises called high school. That was the place where dreams and individuals are slowly building up. TEN YEARS ago, when I was 13, I met a great bunch of people in 1 Wawasan UM and made some long-lasting friendships. Looking back, you can't help but wonder how fast time flies. Everything was TEN YEARS ago. Those first hi, what's your name? And we used to talk about what might be in 5 years time. Looking at the situation now, I'll be a Junior MO in 5 years time... and I'll be 28. Single, unmarried and available. And I would most probably still be paying back my study loans. T.T Yikes. And by that time, I guess most of my friends are already married with piles of children hopping around and pestering Aunty A for angpows during Chinese New Year. Come to think of it, my sister is already 26. Whoaa. Now that's OLD. But I sort of envy her life. She gets to travel here and there and enjoy life to the max... whereas little sister ME have to chill out with them patients in the deserted turtle land. Yes, we do have beautiful beaches there in the turtle land... but I wanna see and feel Europe, Africa and America... =( Oh well. I shall find time for it. I shall, and I must! Labels: footprints |