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Saturday, December 17, 2005

okay.. i should inform u guys..

that i am gonna disappear virtually for a while.
yea.

and pravindo has really helped me before with this.
u guys still at the back of my head.
those i havent met.
GRRRR.
i m so fucken sorry.
but not that i m askin u to be all nice anyways.
sorry still.

okay..today is one of those days . the winds blowing. its saturday night and i feel stupit.
yea. raw stupidity.

i did go out earlier.
with someone i havent seen for the past 3 months?
thats drastic coz we used to see each other every other week?
hmm
and YES. the feelin that i would see some ppl was there ..
and i did see . luckily not BAD ppl though.
but bad enuf.

and town is like a packed sardine can.
and everyone squeezes.. steps on my dyin slippers... push me.
it wasnt that bad. but oh wells.
BAD ENUF for the non crowd-lovin-claustrophobic lass: shini.
pah.

and yes i saw my ida darling for the briefest moment...decided to pay her a visit at dano.
i miss dat one ALOT.
and everytime we talk , so when MOMO.
tsk tsk.

wednesday was a FREAKY night. ultimately freaky.
talk abt guts, instincts, parents, trust, ladies nite, double O,cheeks.
oouch.

okok TO THE POINT: i wont be online for much.
next week monday.. bro is gonna dismantle the computer...
and yea.. we are like 1/4 packin the house.
tomorrow is sunday.. and instead of fullin optimizin the lazy sunday .. i have to get my ass early off to choose tiles.. instead of dreamin abt my santa claus.

and one week in gramma house was oh well, nice. i never had the experience of havin a maid u see..
i wash my own plates.. put my own food on the plate.. have no one at home to talk durin lunch.. and yea.. clear up my own bed..
ahhh but my gramma house ..... i jus say.. i m gonna eat.. and she cooks for me.. and everythin is laid out.. she washes it.. clears my bed.. everythin is clean. i dont have to worry abt dryin the clothes before i go out.. or worryin that the house is a mess.
ah bliss.
but yea.. anyway.. i think i have mentioned this before.. and yet once again , the theory is proven.
I have a connection with maids.
yes. they find solace in talkin to me..
and tellin me their stories.

not that i mind. they are human. and some of them really have sad stories.

i like my grandmother's one. and she says shes gonna miss me.

in those hands, i sought comfort, he sought bliss. temporary bliss.

Shini : 10:09 PM