Happy Birthday!
Happy very berry belated birthday to my dearest Kaklong!
Bake more yummy muffins and smell like cookies. :D
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Happy 24th Birthday, Azmil!
He who bullies me should lose more weight. Haha!
Delayed Mourning
That was our last time together. Early June. You did me good protecting me from cold and wet weather. You gave me an illusion of a good figure, only at times. But most of all, I love the way you're wrapped around me just the way I like it.
Announcing the passing of my favourite jeans, a genuine Evisu skinny jeans that I could still proudly fit into even during crazy, wicked Alton Tower's trip.
I won't be able to replace you easily. If I could, probably a few inches bigger since you shrink so badly.
p/s: I loved you too much on first sight that you weren't even for sale yet at that time! See, I was the first in Glasgow to ever get you!
RIP
Bowling Tourney. With late boots. RIP boots.
Dancing? In London.
Budget model time in London.
Envied by many?
Holiday NOW! Now?
My holiday officially starts! Haha lambat tak? Sangat!
Anyway, forgive me for the upmost random and rude entry previously. With all the stress, hormone, bla bla bla that all goes together, you know the cocktail. Makes my ability to think waras-ly go down the drain. It's like I can see myself from afar as if doing what I'll be doing and doing what I think I should do, but knowing that it's wrong and it's just uncontrollable. Jig it? No? Takpa.
Ended my 6 weeks hospital attachment dah. Which means my SUMMER holiday starts now which ALSO means my gain-your-weight-regiment starts NOW! Waaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaaa! :'( I'm sure of it! I am!! I will start running again then. Yes I will (and yes I have tapi berhenti sebab.. malas? hehe)
Ok so tonight, I have to start/continue on my games yang tertinggal. Bye!
Again & Again
Is it wrong for me to say that I'm getting frustrated with everything that's been going on, especially when they go on repeat and shuffle and whatever the fuck the mode is.
We meant what we say when we say we need someone to share our lives with and here I am keeping myself captive. For what? For me to suffer alone? At these times that I need your upmost care and attention, you brush me off and become a mute. Who in their right mind would do what I'm doing, and just stay? No one. Because no, I'm not in my right mind.
And no, I don't fucking care anymore for writing this in my blog for the whole world to read. Because you already know about it. But you're a mute.
My head hurts, not crucially but differently; my body feels tired even after 10 steps, literally speaking; my stomach feels funny that I can't even breathe properly; I cry before I eat because I can't force myself to swallow even one pinch of bread; and that didn't even bother me. Why? Because it bothers me more to not be able to tell you. Why can't I tell you? Because you're a mute. Yes, a mute!
Why do you think this is even the best thing to do?? When it clearly isn't and never has been!
I'm not perfect!
I need cheesecake!
24 Hours Getaway
Friday, went to work like usual. Friday evening, packed my stuff. What for? For a 24 hours weekend getaway. Friday night, got on my ride. Where to? Port Dickson. Later on Friday night, BBQ.
Very early in the morning on Saturday, went to bed. HAHA
Saturday morning, had simple breakfast, went straight to the beach. Since the sun wasn't really out, the weather was just nice. It was raining, even. (So takdala hitam sangat. Belang sikit je. ;))And so we spent time at the beach until 3pm. 4pm, swimming pool. 6pm, shower.
Dinner, and later balik rumah.
The company was awesome. As always and will always be. Cheers for 8 years of friendship and more. I'm really grateful for everything. And of course I ask forgiveness for any of my indecency.
The moment I took my first step into home, stress welcomes me. I left for PD and I left all my stresses back home, and so they welcome me back.
Good night.
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