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be my valentine.

Behind the whole ihatetheworldthatiswhyidon’tcombmyhairandlistentodepressingsongs “image”, I am actually a true sucker for Valentine’s Day. The chocolates and the big hugs and the flowers and the love-is-in-the-air aura and the shops decorated with pink hearts and red hearts and the whole shabbang. It makes me nauseatingly giddy and giggly and ugh, I just really like it. Sigh. Don’t you? :D

Yes yes, I know it is just a marketing strategy, damn these companies overprice everything today and gawd so many couples will be out tonight. But despite all that, and also the presents and cards, I think it’s nice. To have one day where you can really truly show the person you love how much you care. And yes, I know I know. If two people are in love, why would they need one day to show the other how much they care, and yes yes you should show affection everyday and everyday should be Valentine’s Day. But ya know what I think. Sometimes you forget to show you care, sometimes you’re too busy to take your lovelove out for a romantic date, sometimes you’re both too busy to sit down and have a decent night out, sometimes people just don’t bother anymore.

To me, Vday is not a day where you HAVETOHAVETO buy chocolates and flowers and write a sonnet to declare your undying love towards your lover. To me, Valentine’s Day is just simply a day where you take the extra time to appreciate your loved ones, show them you care, to tell them you love them, to give them a hug. You don’t have to wear fancy clothes and go out to fancy restaurants. To me it’s all about appreciation.

And here I am appreciating you.

because even though you don’t give a hoot about Valentine’s Day,
you try to give a hoot about it for me.

Aww shucks do you know how much I love you?
Happy Valentine’s Day Irfan.
Let’s hope this one shall be the one and only one apart, mmkay?
I love you. No really, I do.
To the moon to the sun to the stars.
♥

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how now. :(

you’re out now. friday prayers. the only times we’ve spent apart these days are either when we sleep or pee or shit or shower. you’ve only been gone for half an hour. and even though you’re coming back soon, it’s too quiet. way too quiet.

14 days left. counting down doesn’t seem fun anymore.

tell me. how am i supposed to get on a plane and leave you.

count.

Some people say don’t count the days, it’ll just drag on and seem to move so slow and it will just end up being excrutiatingly painful to wait for the time to pass. Somehow it’s a bit the very different for me. I love counting down. To anything. Countdowns seem to make time move really fast. And I love counting any other little details leading up to that day as well. Like insignificantly random little details. Weird, no? But fun!

So yes.

It has been.
2 and a half months.
15 weekends.
74 and a half days. Out of which 33 have been rainy ones.
1786 hours.
107160 minutes.

You have.
Written 15 and a half essays.
Went through 8 weeks of, what i assume to be hell for you.
Finished hmm I’m not sure. 4 games? 5? Damn, I meant to ask but forgot.
Changed your phone number twice.
Bought one new phone.

I have.
Eaten at McDonalds 7 times.
Went to Coffee Hut 16 times.
Finished 2 tubes of toothpaste.
Taken 6 trips to the mall.
Pierced my ears. Twice. Ouch.
Sat for 7 AS level exam papers.
Had 8 sleepless nights missing you.

We have.
Exchanged 211 text messages.
Exchanged 19 e-mails.
Exchanged 2 letters.
Talked on the phone. Umm. Gila Babi Banyak.
Skyped all night 22 times.
Had countless times of ‘connection’.
Shed a few tears. (maybe this one should be under I have. :p)

And now.
22 hours.
Two flights.
One transit at Dubai.
3 airports.
1 bag to reclaim.
1 ride on the Heathrow Express.
With my heart beating, a million and one beats a minute.
There you’ll be.
And I shall count no more.

:)

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, everyone. 2008 has been bittersweet. But I’m hoping ‘09 will treat us all well. See ya’ll next year!

oh, cinta hatiku.

Sick and miserable, armed with a box of tissues and vitamin C. Lying in bed thinking shit-bloody-hell-holes-i-really-don’t-need-this-right-now-trials-trials-trials-aaaaah-trials!!!. Feeling whiny and complainy and just wanting to get better already, when the sweetest someone called,

“….i’m still sick and i’m dizzy and yes i am in my room.”

“Well why don’t youuuu, look outside your window.”

And standing there, outside my gate, in a striking red tie, holding a plastic bag full of comfort food (mmm junkfood), was all I needed to get better. Eee clichè-nya.  :p

But still.

Oh, love. (: what a sweet surprise. Thank you thank you thank you. You know, you’re making it really difficult for me not to miss you when you have to leave. But at the same time you make me want to work my ass off so we can be on the same continent next year.

“There’s so much craziness surrounding me
There’s so much going on it gets hard to breathe
When all my faith has gone, you bring it back to me;
You make it real for me.”
-James Morrison’s new single – You make it real.

at this point.

Literature Paper is in 33 hours. I’m only done with half an act for one play, and the panic hasn’t even sunk in yet. I’m waiting, waiting for it to come so maximum absorption could be achieved.

As of today, right now, I am content. Things have been shaky and unstable these past couple of months. All I did was complain complain complain. Gawd Syira, stop complaining, and accept things as they are. So yes, I accept. And I move on. No more compaining, promise. Accept and move on. Accept and move on. Worst things are happening to people out there who don’t even deserve it. So who am I to complain over such petty matters anyway.

Oh Shakespeare, Shakespeare, thy art calling for me. Yes, I know. I should get going.

Before that, one last complain. I lost my memory card. Very significant pictures I haven’t copied into my laptop yet. Fuckety fuck. But, accept. Accept and move on.

My oh my that line works wonders. Ok Ok. I go I go.

PS: I’m thinking of uploading more of my photos on the blog. Hmm. We shall see.