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.





Monday, September 22, 2008 09:15

yesterday, ami went "kak ain, last day eh!"

so here i am, STUCK with my new phone - which lack all my pretty pictures, incomplete contact list & those sweet messages. urgh!

talking about those sweet messages, i dont recall getting them quite so often anymore; & the last time was like god-knows-when. words may just be words, but sometimes they are assuring. yes, he still says "i love you"; however, quoted from hafiza's blog, "i love you lost its significance somewhere along the way."

sometimes, i do miss those times when we were still trying to get to know each other - when we blushed over the slightest things, rushed to answer the phone calls, smiled & giggled whenever we were sms-ing, when we took half an hour to decide who will hang up first, & the list can go on - i tell you.

things were much simpler when we had a few obligations; now, the simple pleasures in life have vanished - wasted away in hours of other obligations that have been prioritised.

i settle with, this is just one of those tests ALLAH had in store for us.