prologue

NURUL AIN
j'ai vingth et un ans

i want to travel around the world, with bottles of mango milk tea in my esprit totebag.





Sunday, September 25, 2005 18:59

my face was burning and i wasnt sure if it was from the sun or the force of that memory.
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life was certainly taking on some strange twists and turns.
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if only my life could go back to some kind of normality.
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everything and anything can drive me nuts!
from the way my hair sticks out in the morning to the way we're treating the planet.
worst of all, i hate the fact that if i have two choices, i always end up making the wrong one.
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i slapped my head.
one thing was certain.
i would have to get him out of my mind, because i, Nurul Ain, had an amazing ability to make the wrong choice.
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how the hell did i wind up like this?
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'someday somehow i'm gonna make it alright'
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i guess i should have listen when you said you had enough.
a lil trick i picked up...
in one ear, out the other.
why love have to be so tough?
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i thought i understood how people fit together.
i had a perspective nobody else had.
totally without realizing it, i made me see how much of my life was the same old, same old.
then i realized, i made a mistake.
a sudden sharp emotion shoot through my chest.
relief?
disappointment?
what i was doing really wasnt fair.
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i cant take it anymore.
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nothing i do will make a difference anyhow.
this is a phenomenon known to the ancients as irony.
perhaps, you may be more familiar with the contemporary expression of this concept: LIFE SUCKS.
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*rolls.eyes*