remember the time when we were using icq..
when we used to ask.. "hi.. asl plz?"
oh my god..
someone actually asked me this and reminded me of those times when i'm in secondary school.
shit.. time flies.. really.
its my first day at work after quite some time.
kind of really sienz.
a close friend.. kayeann is leaving ey to spore d.
sigh.
somehow i kind of felt really sad.
we have just got close like.. quite recent after all those shit happened..
these are the friends that pick me up from hell.
friends that gave me hug after the hell.
friends that i cried.. laughed with.. during hell.
singapore.. well.. is her next destination.
and days to come soon..
i know many of the geng will be going spore as well.
which makes me think..
the plan of leaving to spore to be executed soon enough.
2012-02-03.. will mark the 3 years of me being in EY Msia.
will it mark the day of me tender-ing EY Msia too?
........................................................................
there is a deep cut.. embedded in the wound.
operations.. close attention from various parties have been given.
the wound has come around..
and recovered.
it used to be very painful when someone touch the scar.
but it is no longer painful..just scars..
there are other medical practitioners offering help..
for cosmetic surgery..
efforts have been done.. chances have been given..
but perhaps.. there is something called trauma?
something that u will never want to experience it again?
and yeah.. trauma happens.
when one felt happy.. and start to run..
and the next thing that happens..
she will be afraid of falling down again.
the cut that she had.. was too deep..
and the scars remind her.. that the past is real.
yes.. i'm trying to run again..
but i guess.. i will just take a slow walk.
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