Anticipation and Fear

Hey guys, it's been a (about) a year.

I'm alive. Haven't been feeling much of anything these few month, or better said: year. Probably a lot happened in my life during that time, but none I can really recall now as I don't think I am fond of any of them to keep them in my memories.

I'm writing today with anticipation over my next guest, after Kena and Xoxo's visit. Ah, those were fun. My family seems okay with them coming over too. I am glad Kena and Xoxo came to Malaysia. They were the best thing of last year.

Erase

Some months ago, I felt that void.

The emptiness was killing me, every night wishing it wasn't there - something that wasn't there. Thinking like this, how can you wish for something that wasn't there to fill an empty space. That's filling an empty space with nothing. So my wistful longing was for nothing.

Was There A Cry?

A cry for help. That's what the boy told me when I posted a single "No." on Facebook a couple of years ago.

Back then when he told me that post was a cry for help I didn't entertain it. I saw it merely as an expression. Of saying no to the world but not wanting to divulge what was the no aimed at. I was pretty secretive at the same time as wanting to be expressive.

And he prod no longer.

The Absurdity of Falling in Love

Some girls likes to argue  about how liberating single life can be, about how we don't need men or something to that effect. Some others wanted to be in a relationship, and couldn't live without being in one.

Often I hear arguments among my cliques about how fast people move on, or about how slow some people are at moving on, or how the heart can only be attached to one, or the fickleness of liking more than one person.