tgk ke awan
pagi td kelam-kabut cari sijil MUET & SPM missing in action.. hahah.
pastu terjumpa sehelai kertas a.k.a. journal-masa-lapang-time-bercuti-kat-sabah-long-long-time-ago. rasanya last year kot.
kelakar gile.. sunggoh literaturenya sy. lolx.
ere it goes.. the crapping journal in sabah;
writing next to the window, with rain pouring its drops down the view sight.
i'm counting. i'm counting how many hours till i'll get the internet, how many days till i'll be on that flight flying home, and counting how much time it has to be to figure out the mystery beneath the failed line to get to 'the crush'.
5 days without my laptop, the internet, calling the crush and astro ria is somewhat a beautiful torture to me. at least i learn how to appreciate and how to miss something. i'm sitting here wearing my socks and my jacket, absorbing the coldness inside my body. double torture.
i can see all these buildings in front of me, minor traffic jam and the cloudy sky. i hear the sound from the plasma tv; a conversation and the lovely sound of water poured from a jug. in my mind, the LFO song - every other time - makes its beat. i am still thinking of the so-called mystery that i have to solve.. soon.
two major things that i regret : not bringing my laptop while the broadband internet connection at this hotel is free, and not keeping 'his' friend's number. at least i can use those to unpuzzle my problem. (is it a problem? lol). i see the birds fly. i hope i can fly directly to everything that i want.
gahh excuse the grammar and everything; tp itu tulisan yg sgt tertib! HAHAHA.
inilah berlaku when someone's bored and being shot by a cupid.
sudah gila.
:P
pastu terjumpa sehelai kertas a.k.a. journal-masa-lapang-time-bercuti-kat-sabah-long-long-time-ago. rasanya last year kot.
kelakar gile.. sunggoh literaturenya sy. lolx.
ere it goes.. the crapping journal in sabah;
writing next to the window, with rain pouring its drops down the view sight.
i'm counting. i'm counting how many hours till i'll get the internet, how many days till i'll be on that flight flying home, and counting how much time it has to be to figure out the mystery beneath the failed line to get to 'the crush'.
5 days without my laptop, the internet, calling the crush and astro ria is somewhat a beautiful torture to me. at least i learn how to appreciate and how to miss something. i'm sitting here wearing my socks and my jacket, absorbing the coldness inside my body. double torture.
i can see all these buildings in front of me, minor traffic jam and the cloudy sky. i hear the sound from the plasma tv; a conversation and the lovely sound of water poured from a jug. in my mind, the LFO song - every other time - makes its beat. i am still thinking of the so-called mystery that i have to solve.. soon.
two major things that i regret : not bringing my laptop while the broadband internet connection at this hotel is free, and not keeping 'his' friend's number. at least i can use those to unpuzzle my problem. (is it a problem? lol). i see the birds fly. i hope i can fly directly to everything that i want.
gahh excuse the grammar and everything; tp itu tulisan yg sgt tertib! HAHAHA.
inilah berlaku when someone's bored and being shot by a cupid.
sudah gila.
:P
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