paths.

Last Friday was such a rush.
I went to MPH warehouse sale and got the two books i've always wanted by the same author,Ceceila Ahern.
Mari Zee and Far went to get the books with me and than Far had to leave for work.
Than we hung out at Max Pavilion and it felt so right.
We took pictures and a couple of videos(you can see it on Mari's blog).
Especially when the evening came cause it was cool,dark and all you could see was the street lights and the constant sound of nature.
After what seems like ages and and somewhat dog's pant,i requested to leave cause i had to get my ass to Sengkang.
Ibu was flying off on a Saturday morning and at her shack,i counted that i shed 4 droplets of tears.I had to pretend to be alright for my cousins,they needed me as much as i needed them when the same thing happened to me 6 years ago.They are doing fine as of now,and i'm prepared for sudden calls from Adek and Angah to come visit when things get lonely.
So,with not much sleep,i went back to Angah's shack again after the short airport farewell and slept for seemed like ages when its only a couple of hours.
And i was brought back to earth with mom's phone call and she yelled for me to come home cause i had a wedding dinner to attend.I wore something not appealing at all and sat with more males strangers and i fought the urge to laugh to myself.
I texted my girl friends a "HELP!" and i got cussed at when i told them my reason.
hahahahahaha.
Than mom,pops and i walked for a bit in orchard road to look at the fucking lights and headed home in a taxi.
As soon as i reached home,i aimed for my warm soft bed and sprawled flat out like a cat and drifted to slumber.My mom kept yelling for me to change and it took me bloody half an hour to move from my position.hahaha.And when i finally got changed,i wasted no time but slept the whole night-morning away and woke up feeling a little depressed at eleven plus.
I had a few thoughts in my mind.
The fucking PBL project is on a halt.
Angelia kind of lost our flip-chart and im hoping so hard that the section head would not want to collect it.
Our case study folder is not known where.lol.
its funny,but it bothers me to the core.
if we ever find the folder,we have only tomorrow to complete it.
and im like whattaffuckk.
So i kept my cool and got online.Read a couple of messages and listened to "halo" the acoustic version and all this bloody problems seems to weigh a little more each time.
Than suddenly,as i was looking back at pictures of me and my friends i stared crying,so hard.
I didn't know why.Its twice in a week now.
its starting to piss me off.but i shook it off not wanting to think about it.
And Bani tried helping but he failed so i just talked about something else to make myself feel better and here i am.
Blo-fucking-ging.
yeah,Angah just gave me a call,she wants Ibu back home.lol.
i told her to come over and she's gonna ask Ayah now as i'm typing and i hope so bad she can make it here tonight.
I need her as bad.
And im falling sick,sicker and sickier.bahahahah.
stupid fucking sore throat.
so till then,
take care.
Love,Appreciate!
P.s:Your presence makes me quiver.