I realised so much has changed. That feel, that touch, that smell is no longer the same.
Memories are beautiful, but perhaps that's the very reason of sadness.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Friday, June 16, 2006
Grandma's in hospital under observation now. Feel so helpless as I wait for 11pm. Mummy don't want me to get down to the hospital so early because there's nothing I can do there. And the observation ward only allow 2 visitor. Uncle's already there with her.
Got grandma down to ttsh at ard 8plus. She looked so pale, can't speak properly, and couldn't walk properly. Really pray that all will be well. Mummy chased me home to settle stuff at home before returning back to fetch her. As I was driving home, I start to reflect and realised how little time I spend with grandma as time passes. Why am I always so busy and caught up with my stuff to even call and talk to her, much less visit her. Suddenly the visiting her once a wk rountine seem so insufficient. She is the one whom I love most, the one I respect most, the one I will nv wanna upset. But how could I be distracted by so many other things that I can't even make time to call her for a chat sometimes? All of a sudden, the feeling of a bad grand-daughter struck me. Muz I be there for her only when she's down? There are so much instances I could have chose to go down to her hse and spend time with her. But where was I? Out with frens or having so fun somewhere.
Juz pray that everything will be fine and there isn't any major.
Got grandma down to ttsh at ard 8plus. She looked so pale, can't speak properly, and couldn't walk properly. Really pray that all will be well. Mummy chased me home to settle stuff at home before returning back to fetch her. As I was driving home, I start to reflect and realised how little time I spend with grandma as time passes. Why am I always so busy and caught up with my stuff to even call and talk to her, much less visit her. Suddenly the visiting her once a wk rountine seem so insufficient. She is the one whom I love most, the one I respect most, the one I will nv wanna upset. But how could I be distracted by so many other things that I can't even make time to call her for a chat sometimes? All of a sudden, the feeling of a bad grand-daughter struck me. Muz I be there for her only when she's down? There are so much instances I could have chose to go down to her hse and spend time with her. But where was I? Out with frens or having so fun somewhere.
Juz pray that everything will be fine and there isn't any major.
Friday, June 09, 2006
These tests from alvi's blog are pretty entertaining manz... hee hee... =P
Your Love Life Secrets Are |
![]() You've been deeply wounded in the past, and you're still recovering from that hurt. It's important to you that your lover is very attractive. You like to have someone to show off. In fights, you love to debate and defend yourself. You logic prevails - or at least you'd like to think so. Getting over a break-up doesn't take long. Easy come, easy go. |
Your Love Life Secrets, Revealed
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
The Keys to Your Heart |
![]() In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved. You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy. You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please. Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets. Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment. You think of marriage as something that will confine you. You are afraid of marriage. In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily. |
What'>http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/">What Are The Keys To Your Heart?
Friday, June 02, 2006
At that line
Am I in the wrong? Am I unfeeling? Am I passive?
He's pissed at me. He might be yearning to move me. You might want me to wave that signal.
Yet all I know is to be still. Perhaps that's the way I has been.
Always and forever waiting... trying... hoping...
Maybe it's really just a pure race afterall.
The rule is simple, fastest wins.
Yes, and like always and forever, alone I stand at that finishing line.
Waiting... trying... hoping...
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