Oh, NO! =(

I so, so wish life would give us the option of Ctrl + Z.

It could prove to be so very handy at times.

God. I wish I could press Ctrl + Z and undo what I did a while ago.

It's not my fault, though. I repeat, not at all my fault.

Still, I wish I could undo, undo, undo it!

=(

Just Good Friends?

Dearest M,

For years on end we have been friends. I love you more than any friend I made in my entire short life. I will never forget the time I spent with you. Never. Never. Never. The constant bickering, the quarrels over petty things, the (rarely) teary reunions, the backbiting, you asking me to let you read my creative writings, me asking you to please, please drop you home, discussing you-know-who, and the fights over badminton... I could go on forever. There were moments in class when suddenly, completely spontaneously, you and I, at exactly the same moment, would look up in each others' eyes and smile. GOD. I, and I'm sure neither can you, explain those moments. They were so... natural! Sometimes, the reason for this would be someone who used poor grammar, or something we had mentioned earlier, and sometimes it would be... ainwaen. Hai. I miss that time so much.

Then why, why, have you become so distant? Maybe it's just me, or the lack of chances I have had to talk to you. I think you don't remember me. =(.

I know you say you miss me, you love me just as much as I love you.... but please, don't do what you did that day. Yeah, the day when your computer had started to malfunction. =|

My moving to another place should NOT, NOT, NOT become a hurdle in our friendship, okay?

In short, we are not just good friends, we are much more than just good friends, okay?

I'll make sure you read this. =)

Love,
A.

I Wish, I Wish...

I wish I could blog early and blog often. I keep composing posts, only to delete them as soon as I near the ending, all because of my sudden mood swings. *Sighs*. I wish this wouldn't happen. =(

I wish I was with my friends, my family, the ones I miss SO much. Uncertainty is in the air in our beloved homeland. You have a constant fear of going to a place you'd never return from. This makes me worried sick. Still, the urge to visit the Land of Pure is welling up, more by the day, inside me. I miss home.

I wish my dearest friend would be so kind as to drop me an email telling me she's okay, she hasn't forgotten me, she... misses me. Oh well, I guess she's too busy to give a damn.

I wish I could have control over my pointless outbursts of anger, which I wistfully regret later. I wish I was not so short-tempered and had more patience. Duh.

I wish something really exciting would happen to me. You know, some big, completely unexpected surprise. 'Really excited', as I perceive the term, and my perception is quite different. Spotting someone I know on the way to, say, the mall, or just anywhere. Opening my inbox and finding a message from that special friend of mine, my dad taking us to a camping trip in the desert, or giving me permission to start piano classes. Haha, this is what 'really exciting' means to me. I know I'm very weird, and delusional, and blah blah. Whatever.

I wish I could... write. I wish I could pen a bestseller, something that has an impact on people. Ahhh...

Someone, please, jolt me out of my reverie. =|

Despite trying very hard to be precise, I end up far from precise. I need to work on it.

First ever post, thanks to Maryam Reza

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Here it is.

My very OWN blog.

I am SO happy. Have one follower, and maybe will continue to have one for, say, five-six months.
Still, something is better than nothing. =D

I can't think of writing anything else. Maybe I'll come up with a fuller post in the near future. I really hope I do, because I act as a very effective repellent for ideas when I need to write something.

And, very ispashul thanks to Maryam Reza, without whose help I could not bring myself to actually create a blog. THANK YOU=)

So, that's about it... can't think of anything else.

OMAIGAWD, I'm blogging. =D