For some reason.
I feel really scared. I dunno what is it.
My teeth chatters but its not cold.
It's like my bones are having spasms or something.
But that frightful feeling is still there.
Bitch.
Mahathir Mohammad... Satar
Merdeka!
I admit sometimes i complain about my brother alot, but there are times when you wish could just take everything and swallow them back.
The thing i fail to realise is he's the only one who properly knows what i'm doing in school and pushes me to work.
Coz i rarely talk to my dad. The only time i get to do that is when he gives me my allowance.
I do feel upset about that.
I can't talk to my dad the way i used to when i was a kid.
Alot of things have changed since mum left.
Even with extra members in the family, a maid, a stepmum, a baby brother, its not the same.
So after 19 years living under one roof i didn't know he had a blog.
More like 3 blogs.
All the time i've been bad-mouthing him he's been comparing me to GIlmore Girls, in a good way.
He wants to be sisterly-close to me but sometimes finds it hard.
But the thing i'm quite glad about is he treats me like my age, and the way i should be treated.
He tends to be over-protective but that's just big brothers for you.
I saw it and i knew.
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder.
You’re so right.
I miss crazy taxi!!!
Neverbeminded about that.
My mind’s been going into a different zone lately.
It’s starting to think a lot.
It’s always been thinking alot but these days it just feels the need to take a breather and wander into a new direction.
I start noticing a lot of things from a different viewpoint.
And it feels refreshing.
So i guess that’s good.
I was recently reading a book called ‘the Alchemy of Desire’.
Its about a man who's madly in love with his wife and share unceasing desire for each other.
Just when they thought the pieces fit perfectly, their love life started falling apart.
Because (okay this part’s weird) of a set of diaries written by the original inhabitant of their home.
The man found himself overindulging in the diaries and drawn away from his wife.
Yadayadalalala.
But anyway, that wasn’t my point.
I opened to the first page.
Love is not the greatest glue between two people. Sex is…
yada…
… the desire had died, and not all the years of sharing, and caring, and discovering and journeying could keep me from fleeing…
yada…
Perhaps I recall it wrong.
Strictly speaking I did not leave. Fizz did.
Ok what?
I felt like Cupid just came down gave me a slap on the head.
Okay nvm I’m not starting on that now.
I realise that sometimes when something in your life changes, other almost very unrelated things change along with you.
In year 1 basic science we call it emergence, or point of change.
It’s just a sort of feeling you get.
Sometimes you see it as pure coincidence, maybe fate.
Sometimes you see it, sometimes you don’t.
So yep.
Docktor Kachang’s prescription of the day:
Having constipation? Listen to Desert Rose.
(recommendation: listen real close to speakers)
