Friend, your loss is truly uncomprehensible on my part, therefore i cannot truly give you justice. But I bid you not be sad, for it is far too foolish to mourn for someone if he is much happier yonder, far from pain and grief. I can only wish you well and assure that your friends are still close by. Sweet dreams.

Head spinnin. Stomach's bucklin. Eyes go weary. Body goes weak. Trembling fingers on the keyboard. Heart beats s l o w l y and s l o w l y still. Sickness i feel in my gut eternal. Suffering silently, i curse this immortal wound. God, please, help me.

Nothing today. Just a smile. Goodnite world.

My, such a headache of a day. Thought of having a test today. So tried to 'diligently' review my textbk in the college library. My mistake. Not only was i distracted by the noise, which i slowly absolved to ignore, in comes another. The girl whom i've been 'noticing' since last week comes along in her grandeur with a group of her friends, finding a seat cleverly located in my frontal view, facing a different direction of course. So what, u may say? Her unflawed features and short skirt is an everyday affair. What makes it so different today? There lay in her fingers was a piece of lolly which she twirls conveniently between her lips. Okay, i thought. Stop looking. After a few moments, i figured this showing of rebellion to the rules of the library would in fact cause me to get nothing done. Therefore i embraced my view, wih music from my discman flowing into my ears. She feels my gaze on her, frequently casting her eyesaside towards me of which i cleverly disguised my interest in her by looking at the poster in her background. Alas another day wasted. No surprise there.

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"Happy National Day!"
U may call it patriotism. I call it my boredom screaming. No offence intended but get it over and done with. I've seen it a million times. Sheesh. I tend to try and miss the NDP for own sanity reasons. And yes, do u know what made the day worse. I missed my dose of 'friends'.
DAMN IT

{The street lights pass as a blur, as i ride in my Porsche .8 spider. The winds of night brush my auburn hair into a mess, caressing my skin with moisture. I stare blankly at the empty road ahead. I could still smell her on my white cotton shirt, buttoned down to cool myself down. In fact, i could still see her, lying on her silk red sheets, glistening from head to toe of her sweat, sleeping so silently like a child, exhausted of all energy. They were always like that after. She didn't even tussle in bed when i left. She was special, this one. She looked a little bit like my first love. And yet, i know that in an hour i shall forget her, name and face completely wipes off my memory. It is better this way. The rest too were special in their own way, but still having nothing that would have pushed me to stay.
I tapped the pockets of my coat, feeling every content, making sure everything was there. I always made sure no trace of me had been left behind. It has become much like a routine. Alas, its a new day. Another mindless array of clients to settle at the office. There is that cute young intern to keep me company. But my father taught me never to mix business with pleasure. It is much too messy. I figured i would check out that new club the guys had kept buggin me to go to. I hear tonight's ladies night.}
Player by M. Rushdy

"Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else

I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I've had you so many times but somehow
I want more

I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved"
Maroon 5