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The Lady
me myself and i
Nur Farhanah
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trying to forget you

but it's near to impossible.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009
11:15 PM
*SIGH. my stomach is not well. again.
i hate stomachACHES, and i hate to kentot.
and i hate to vomit also.

ANYWAYSSS,
it's been so long, long, long (echo..)
that i havent seen your face.
i'm trying to be strong,
but the strength i have is washing away.
:(

went to cik nor house smalam with firdaus.
lepak, makan, laugh, carik uban, gossip.
went to kedai to beli roti.
but dont have any left.
SOOOOO UPSET. extremely. im serious.
:(

on the way back, on bus 966,
this lady boarded the bus. at bukit panjang.
fir said: look like mummy ah.
i said: ya seh.
and i turned back twice.
(sorry eh cik, if i looked like cranko, holding your gaze for like so long, longer than a girl should.)

almost there, just that my mother didnt use that much make-up.
never did, only on jemputans2.
those dark red lips, i'll never forget.

and then i turned back to the book i was reading.
FOR ONE MORE DAY. by MITCH ALBOM.

a guy, who lost his mother, and soon lost everything else.
his marriage, wife, daughter.
he just couldnt pull himself together.
and even tried to die.

very sad book.
not for the faint hearted.

Ask yourself this:
Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation,
one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever?
If so, then you know you can go your whole life collecting days,
and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.

i have.
and oh, how i wish i could just have that one chance.
maybe two or three..
fuck.
i wish i could have you back FOREVER, mummy.

i miss you.

okay, i've reached the point where i cant carry on.
not because im left with no words.
but i am forlorn.
i wanted to say so much.

but till next time, farewell.