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.





Thursday, October 06, 2005 21:05

my world seemed to split apart.
words went peculiar.
the word 'him', for example, stopped having any meaning.
maybe 'that woman' meant something else - or maybe 'that woman' had said something else.
perhaps she had said it in another way, but i heard it in another?
just maybe.
... but everything seemed to come out in a tiny squeak.
my eyes swivelled around nervously: i looked at the sky, the grass, the wall, my own toes...
it's still impossible for me to speak.
utterly weird.
my heart was leaping about like a cat in a bag.
do i fancy 'him'?
this was so totally out of order, i could not comprehend it.
i just stared open mouthed, looking for a moment, rather unfortunately like a codfish.
i just twist the rings on my fingers in a jittery kind of way.
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cause whatever it is...
the day ended with 'him' waving at me.
with a cute smile.
and a really kambing-like stubble.
goatee rather.
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purely cute.
define cute: ugly but adorable.
cute indeed.
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had been days ago...
*urgh*
four or five days to be exact.
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whatevs.
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wishing everyone a warm ramadhan.
*puasa...jgn tak puasa...**
*bluekx*