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Hanging on this wire

Waiting for the day where I have to choose

Hello people.


The weekends are finally here again and i have been nothing less than busy. Even this weekend doesn't look like i can take a break.

I've got lots of things to do, and it feels good to have things to do.

But for a breather, i'm catching Juno with Erfan later. Pampering myself after a looong looong time yeah.

And so i have been taking tonnes of pictures of tonnes of people of a few events, and i have yet to upload them. Fret not, i'll upload them soon enough.


kbye.

Oh dear God.

Liverpool lost to Barnsley. AT ANFIELD. How...embarassing. They were playing shit ass soccer anyways. Credits to Barnsley for putting up an excellent show, and an even (fucking magnificent!!!), show-stopping Howard ninety-second goal.

And now Zahir's biting all the nails he has. Hahah.

Joined the boys over at Irfan's for some back-to-back kickass matches. Zahir,Irfan and myself. Not to mention the company of kittens he has. Amazing place this is.


I've got nothing intelligent to say tonight besides..well...the fact that i'm falling sick. Other than that, i hope to have a more fruitful weekend next week, though mine isn't really over yet. Oh and i'm hoping hard (though i do know it'll turn out otherwise) for a productive Sunday come tomorrow.

Oh and Valentine's wasn't anything special. Just casual making love with my pillows. =)

Ok people, i'm gonna go sprawl myself on Irfan's rug and catch Man Utd vs Arsenal. Let's just say...i'd love for the Gunners to win? But whoever plays better football,deserves the win so we'll just stay tuned and see.


Ok go!!!

Men.
(a disrespectful range of Men)


I had to absorb it all without showing a trace of true emotion or affect. I had to play the part their desire decreed, I had to feign joy and whisper a cocktail of delight as they flourished - if you could call it that - their average domestic puniness. Such dribbled insignificance was partially how i tolerated them.

Their sad pathetic inadequacies, their so-called manliness, simply made me want to roar with glee and continue the endless search for the surely mythical 'something better'.


It's been like the abovementioned for the present time till the universe decides to stage me something more profound. I shall just go on believing in myths - literally.

Cos the good ones never come, they just marry you. Straight.



of philosophical chances again.

Bumm.

It's a weird nite. One of those nites when noone's awake at this hour. I usually have goons still awake to entertain me. Tonight's different, every goon i know is asleep. Ho well.


I feel like to talking to that particular someone tonight. But he's busy. I know that if i do get to talk to him tonight, he'll be my happy pill. But then again he's busy with bloody school work.


It's a weird nite. Cos it's one of those nights when i can't say anything constructive or intelligently-appealing. It's one of those nights when i have bhangra ( eg. yaad sataye teri ) blaring on my speakers but i can't seem to humm to the music.

It's those nights when i think a round trip down to Mustaffa Centre would be therapeutic. God i miss midnight rendezvous!! I WANT A CAR. NOW.

Things have changed so much since your departure to adelaide,babe. I dunno whether it's cos we're still sore over your absence or it's cos we're actually realising that you were the magnet between all of us all this while. So without you, everyone's in their own world. Or so to speak.


It's the kinda nite that's not right to be spent elsewhere but a club. But the club bugs have not bit me yet so i'm keeping my cool. I dunno, i suddenly feel...incomplete.

I'm random, and incomplete.

So there i go again,chatting shit. That's all i do when i'm feeling like this,swear. I thought it'll be ok once you're not around anymore..but hell no.

I've been to hell and back, and it's not easy being me. Fuck that's fucking cliched was it not? But that's whats juicing out of my brain cells.

YOU KNOW WHAT?

NOONE CAN DO SHIT WHEN YOU'VE GOT NO MONEY.

Happyness.


So Shazy's leaving for Adelaide in less than 24 hours. I can't believe it's come to this. Still remember those juvenile days like it was yesterday. Now, everything's more serious. We're no children no more.

You are to embark on a journey that's gonna mould you. You're gonna come back different, but i'll still be able to recognise my Nilou. It's the love we have,babe.

##

To me, it's not about what i have for myself. Ok so i don't make sense sometimes, or i disappoint you with my notion on love&marriage, but that's how it is. I'm just happy the way it is, the way it's gonna be left to be.

Suddenly i feel more importance in happiness with others (that i have left) than finding my own.
I guess i've gone past looking for the one. It's knowing that i have good people around me who do good for me and are happy when i do good for them, that's all that matters.

There's not gonna be a 'you and i' anymore. Now's gonna be 'them'.

The moment you pass those gates, i pronounce my job done.


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Told you i'd change your life. =)

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