rantings. no, stories i would say.

so bla bla bla.
weekend is over.
back to uni.
suck, big time.
anyhoo, its reality.
back to it.
:)

port dickson was well how should i put it?
nah, cant seem to describe it.
but well, its going to be good memories.

durian. jet ski. food. massage. pool. kayak. sea. barbeque. taboo. eggs and flour. late nights. sea breeze. long talks.

my keywords, basically.
to end it, i ate durian in the hotel room.

that was fantasy land.
now snapping back to reality!

today is monday.
black monday.
couldnt wake up.
no, i actually did.
but too tired.
wouldnt say i was lazy.
uni ended.
and BAM reality.....

no one is at home.
no kakak.
no granny.

well, they were the two people i had come home to ALL my years living.
(note: ALL)
and today, i walked into the house with no one to greet.
no one to open my gate, i had to open it myself.

there has got to be a first time to everything.
so...
my first time being alone at home.

it is pretty freaky.
with a brain like mine, duh!
i think of the weirdest thingS.
what sucks.
i imagine it too.
anyhoo, im managing.
with gods help for sure.

then i realised.
i am becoming rusty at birthday plannings.
or maybe it just happens when it comes to this certain someone.
not rusty, just want the best but cant seem to give the best.

i am just wondering.
why does money seem to make people happy?
why is it NECESSARY to buy a birthday present?
what happened to the presence?
it can be said as a token of appreciation.
but heck, it doesnt make sense to me.....

p/s: im tanned. im talking exotic.

"no need to cherish luxuries, cos everything come and go"