its off office hour. dim-lighted, personal.
reminded me of the times back in australia. the lonely nights, but very insightful. not so busy, yet filled. not many people, but somehow i managed.
through songs, stretched hours, lots of exercises, focused plans, nightmares, the prayer mat, lecture notes, stringent dieting.
the bitter times that im now missing. how less means more.
its 603pm and im still here. i guess im starting to love staying at the office, hearing to repeated songs, missing my other half and praying the best for all my loved ones.
back then, i always feel that something is missing it frequently made me cry. everything is so far; i cant imagine everything is in their correct place right now, even though i am already near to all that i used to miss.
the gap is still there.
things can never be the same once abah is gone. it never has been, it can never be. no matter how much i try. and perhaps its a good thing. because if it doesnt i'll soon be doomed much faster than i would be able to realize.
its now 618pm.
i need a new handphone. specifically an express music with 3.2mp camera and 3G. and a personal laptop. then i'll be better off. for sure.
time to be patient for the money.
1 comment:
wow..
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