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more often that not.
somehow or rather.
wrong turn taken.
to the land of the broken.
articulation, or rather lack thereof.
then the sharp pang of retention.
and smiles, or again, lack thereof.
it is one that's bequeathed.
relentless returns.
now the moments forever faded.
the moon and stars be my witness.
these hands are mine to hold.
yes, the moon and stars as witnesses.
long weekends are here.
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and long weekends are gone.
why must the holidays end so fast?
tsk.
so we rushed to watch HSM3 at Westmall ion Friday.
it's worth the watch. hilarious, sweet and everything else.
so dee-uh was going like "why can't I have all those dresses?"
she was referring to those worn by Venessa Hudgens In the movie.
well. i just looked at her.
blankly.
sunday was a whole day of homework.
readings and assignments.
supposed to meet jon after his movie.
well, cancelled.
met dee-uh.
pooled with puakes.
then home.

and today. more homework.
it just never seems to end.
in view of other spotlights.
then another one bites the dust.
things that are old doesn't have to rust.
i question if that is just.
this, for me is last.
hands off the table.
shaking hands nothing but fabled.
hard like a new-dug marble.
words requiem stands un-swiveled.
you load the bag, you carry it yourself.
my hands are away.
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initial plans were all screwed up.
but it all ended well.
here are the pics for the day.
so meet up was at my place.
and i just got out of t he shower when they came.
stranded by the rain.
and to end it all, a good old P. Ramlee movie at zal's.
this raya is different.
swiss peeps, puake(s).
and you.
and i took a step.
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a new page. a fresh start.
under the moon and the stars.
of 3 words unspoken.
now spoken.
under the moon and stars.
this is the start of something new, something good.
dee-uh.
first there was one.
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now there's 2.
after 10 years.
i didn't expect this.
disappointment.
i've been meaning to update this page.
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however time, or lack thereof has prevented me from doing so.
so here's a major summary.
raya was raya.
though i must say i did enjoy the fasting periods with my puake(s).
so work was work.
or rather work was this.
well. we got nothing better to do at night anyways.
it's been a good month so far.
except on 2 occasions which i rather not mention.
oh wells.
this sounds like a report.
so long live the carcrash hearts.
and raya without grandma.
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then raya without a camera.
it's different. weird.
selamat hari raya.