Hello Stranger.

So it's been awhile.

I have just recently finished the book Danial got me. (Love him) And it's called.. "The other Lover". Danial and I were wondering why they called the book that, and I found out! IT'S CAUSE LAURA SLEEPS WITH WILLIAM! Ew-ew-ew-ew-ew. Utmost apologies, but Loz honey. EW.

It’s my birthday in 3 days. And believe it or not, I’ve always loathed my birthdays. But of course not the present bit. But the rest of the day? Eh, not my cup of tea, but my little bundle of joy has promised that this birthday, I’ll like. I’m going to hold my breath on that.

I’ve been fighting with her a lot nowadays. EVERYFUCKINGDAY, actually. I don’t know whether it’s due to our lit.. I think I just shat my pants.

Sthucky sthuck.

So what’s your pacifier? Everyone’s got one. When you’re having the shittiest Monday, you just can’t wait to get your hands on your Marlboro Lights. When you’re having a gloomy Sunday, you just can’t wait to get home to your season of House. When you’re Mom’s being a bitch, you can’t wait to get your hands laid on your chocolates. I guess my pacifier is my Dr Love. Ha-ha. But when the Dr Love is the cause of the exasperation, chocolates are good. A season of House is good. Maybe also the Marlboro lights too.

What's yours?

Not again.

Of course I’m going to miss you. Everyday.

Asian please.

WHEN I SAY MAKE SOME. YOU SAY NOISE.

holler at your girl please :)

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It’s that sentiment you get after one day of not seeing that one particular person. It’s that fanatical, exasperating yet nice feeling. Then when that person, comes to see you, even just for 5 minutes… All is right with the world. Everything and everyone is just in their supposed-to-be site. But as soon as that 5 minutes is concluded, the miss comes back. It comes running back. You just stopped by to see me, you just left 5 minutes ago, and I..

..I miss you.

sunday morning.

Dear Moma Jane,

She’s this girl who’s confused, this girl who was once bruised. She became conscious to the fact that she’s actually desolated to everything around her, except maybe one person. She always considered herself necessary. But no, she isn’t. She thought she was the midpoint of everything. She saw herself as well-liked, but turns out that only she saw that. She became aware of other people around her, who had lives that didn’t comprise her. She felt like the most heartrending adolescent. No acquaintances in school, none whatsoever. Well, none genuine friends. Outside school, she saw familiar faces, heaps of them, but none, that was familiar with the actual-her. Oblivious to the world, to the verity that all and sundry have such abhorrence for her.

Please help her.

bobble.

So, this is for you. I really don’t know how ‘we’ happened, but at first it was nice. It was bearable, but after a year? Honey you have got to be kidding me. Sure, I play along with your little games. Your bothersome little games, but I assure you that things will change sooner or later. The first few months, I managed. But then you’re substandard little self couldn’t handle being kept inside the closet for a little while longer, eh? I don’t know you know when you criticize your friends. I forget sometimes whether you’re talking about yourself, or your “friends”. And oh-my-god, don’t get me started with your little monpetishu. The way you are when you’re with him? Your world gyrates around him. And yes, if you’re wondering it is annoying. Don’t get me wrong, I’m fond of my monpetishu, but at least I do not illustrate it to the world. To be quite frank, I do have a little beta-noir inside of me for you. And you’d be quite daft if you didn’t notice it. And fine, I’ll divulge that you’re fun to be around with at times, AT TIMES. EVERYTIME, I want to drift away from you, you just stick around. Nyakitynyakitynyakityyak.

mute.

got milk?

No.

PROCRASTINATION IS THE THIEF OF TIME.

Mr. David was a teacher all his life. He often talked about taking a trip around the world on his retirement. So when he retired from the government school everyone expected him to do just as he had said, but he procrastinated. He said he would go the next year.

So instead of doing what he wanted, he got a teaching job in a private school. He said he needed to save more money. His friends knew he was getting a far bit of pension and he could easily go on his trip with his wife. After all, his children were all grown up and working.

Anyhow, for reasons best known to himself, he postponed the trip year after year, although he kept telling his friends, “next year, my world trip.”

The years rolled by quickly. One day Mr. David visited a doctor about a persistent cough that he had developed. The doctor did some tests and found out that Mr. David has lung cancer. What a shock it was for the poor man when the doctor told him that he had probably less than a year to live.

By then he was too sick to travel and all hopes of a world trip vanished in an instant. Eight months later he passed away after spending a fortune trying to find a cure for the cancer.

The lesson to be learned here is not to procrastinate when one wants to do something. It is better to do it while there is time. The more one procrastinates, the less the opportunity to do it. Eventually the opportunity will disappear completely.


“Procrastination is the thief of time.”