Today was fustrating in every aspect, the seats in my classroom, the air that i breathed, the way smoke got into my eyes & etc etc amature bullshit. After a long day of trying to maintain original composure, i think im fine, now that i know im safe. And i realise ive been missing out on so much of my friend(s) life. I miss me and kim at home club trying to dance around, but all we are  really doing is a fake para para move. I miss my love nights with min and tah trying to make sense of our youth, living life on a diet of hope and fried chicken. I miss when i missed nick, and the us that we left on the bench at the park. I miss my cousins, every time. I miss every song that reminds me of the people i once knew, the people i once adored, and the songs that illustrate the beauty in them. NOW, im left with a bag of memories, that are useless and consequently lethal to me. This is just the rubbish part of life or maybe its just the end of my broken heart.

i thank god for the creation of humans, and for that  frienships ive experinced. For not being able to say anything yet feel like its the best conversation. For random concern, for genunie concern, for a malay and a chinese, for hard times, for being there all this while, for seeing thru THICK and thin, for a bond so strong i can never haven even with my mother, for stupidity, for love.

im sorry if i have failed to love you both enough. thank you for things i cannnot explain. 
( i love you. )

Moving,

Echoes and silence and patience and grace,
All of these moments I'll never replace
No fear of my heart, no absence of faith
And all I want is to be home

All I want is to be home

People I've loved, I have no regrets
Some I remember some I forget
Some of them living some of them dead
And all I want is to be home

Foo Fighters; Home