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WASTEDDIME
| Main blog: | Let me be;Dammit. | | Age: | 22 | | Birthday: | November 18th 1986 | | Gender: | Female | | Religion: | Islam | | Location: | Malaysia, Kuala Lumpur |
| Email: | wasteddime@gmail.com |
This is starting to scare me.
Earlier this evening, I have this one thought;
"I'd better go back home (and have a good rest, as tomorrow is gonna be another long day) rather than hanging out with him."
And I obey it.
Omg.
I can feel my social life is "fading", bit by bit.
This really freaks me out.
p.s. Careful with what you say (esp when you repeat it again and again and again), cause it will come true.
Europe Note #1
I missed being in a team, all sweaty and talking trash.
Aihh... the good old sweet days. I was so used to being with a group of people, wherever, whenever. Even if I feel lost, I am lost with this bunch of good... comrades?
It was the loveliest feeling.
As I grew older, I think it happened almost naturally too, the comfort cushion, that usually protects me from any harm, or pain, thinning. Nowadays, I experience the blow, harder than usual. And harder each time too. It toughens me in some way, also breaks me in some way. This is when my dad would say, "That's Life."
Haha...
It’s four days now since I’m back. And I manage to check almost all the items for my first 5 things I wanna do!
Two things I hate about the aftermath of a (good) long holiday are that I'd dread the snap-back-to-reality moment and to have to write post(s) about it. I really do. Haha
During the trip, I have this notebook which I scribbled on alot, especially when I am alone, pouring my heart in it. Although it's impossible to record everything in the book, but I think it has enough details about abit of everything during the trip. It keeps me company. So maybe one of these days I'd post snap shots of what I wrote here. It's gonna be ugly tho...
I mean the handwriting.
p.s. yes, yes,...
And so, I will be back in two days time!
The first thing I am gonna do when I got back is OBVIOUSLY meet my family!! Had no idea I could miss them this much. It felt like homesick-at-Jasin all over again. It was baddd. Haha
The second thing would be driving! I know this sound mad, but if only you know how much walking I had done here – have a blister in the size of a 50 cents coin under each feet! Apparently, European definition of "walking distance" is a 30 minute fast-paced walk. YEAH, FUCK THAT. Haha no kidding man. No wonder they have nice, sexy legs! Imagine the walking they do! ;D
The third thing would be I want a McD...
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