Open, in the FUTURE!

Dear future self, hey dude what's up. Hope you've moved on from being a lifeless amoeba by now. Let's cut the crap, I fucking hope you're not still single brah! If you are, I bet it might be a blast from the past. Or the "29th May 2012" of you didn't know yet. Am I close yet? Hahaha.
Hope you reminisce how you met her again.
Is she special?
Well, how are you man and what are you doing now?
Sure as hell hope you're not sitting at home jobless being depressed. Shit man, that's what I'm doing now.
You still rocking it Jack Black style or cut it short?
How much are you making now? What phone are you using?
Are you like Mr. Cool guy yet?
Anyways, right now I've just started working at Secret Recipe. Remember?
Hope you didn't do shit there. xD
and who are your friends now?
Are they trustworthy and kind? Witty in the mind? Work and grind?
I sure hope at least you found one friend that won't get tired listening to your sad love stories. Hope it's a girl.
Hahahaha.
But dude, if you're still single by the time you read this... don't beat yourself up man.
There will be a girl lucky enough to have you. Look at how long you've hold on from the day you wrote this.

:D

Aite man, Akob's still alive right now. He's sending Fiqa back. Hope nothing bad happens to him. Malam esok nak Dota dgn deco / izman / BF Faz. Remember him?
You take care and go nuts!
Life's a journey, go jump off a building. ;)

P/s: Take it easy man. Life will get stressful as you grow older.

Pp/s: Send me a picture of your GF yo! :P

See ya!

Putra. May, 2012.

Week. Weak.

On the odd parts of my day, I’d be wondering what she would be doing right about now. And that is when I look at my clock to count the time zone difference. Most of the time, it would be at 3 p.m. or 8 p.m. her time. And each of those time when I ponder about her, the same question would pop up in my head “is she thinking of me too?”. And on each and every time I would lie and convince myself.. ‘of course she is” or “it doesn’t really matter”. And to be honest, some of the days it is super great that I could even get butterflies in my stomach. Crazy isn’t it? Just thinking about a girl that I don’t even know if she likes me could give me butterflies. But that is only “some” of the time. Other times.. I would feel like a sad sappy little amoeba and thinking hard how stupid I am and how much she don’t really like me. Back then I used to give her a morning text all day every day, but then I stopped. Why? Because that “some” days were over. And I ran out of indirectly subtle synonyms of “I love you”‘s to send to her.

Let’s just say, of the daily text sent her, I roughly get an average of 3 replies every week. The only conclusion that I can come up with at that time would be that I was a nuisance to her. I know that ain’t true but maybe I’m a nuisance in the sense that after I send a text, then she would unwillingly think about me at least half of that morning. Maybe during that short brief I made her breakfast stale or made her late to get ready or... I don’t know... Something!?

After stopping sending her morning texts, I was okay. I think at one point I even stopped thinking about her for almost half of the day. I thought, maybe it is time that I get over this one and move on to my next hopeless romantic. That is, after friend-zoning someone. Haha. And as expected, I screwed that one up. Personally I don’t know who to blame. Nowadays I need to express how much in love I am with her before I can actually sleep. Well, not exactly ‘love’ her. Most of the time would be how much I miss her. Crap isn’t it? Just when I thought I could get over her.

In the end I’m just another cliché movie episode. I am that guy back home that waits for that sweet girl who is now in a relationship with some handsome kind tall Caucasian guy in some foreign country.

Perhaps, I am just what her brain needs, not what her heart wants.




Dear Bloggie,


How've you been? heh..

change? yeah I've changed. So, now I'm already doing my internships at some place.

I just hate it.



In case I haven't introduce to you yet...

HERE COMES A NEW CHALLENGER!

this contender is a crazy one.


For starters, she made me wait for well.. you've read the above.


:)


that is all for now.

Until next time, bloggie.
au revoir,
xoxo,
oh, i still love you so.

From peaches, now there is cotton candy.
Sweet.